I rather love this phase in the cyclical life of a studio and of art making. The walls are blank. The melancholy is sweet. The recently removed past still hangs about atmospherically. And you can sit in the emptiness of not knowing what will happen next. It’s good.
October 9th, 2007 at 12:36 am
Hmmmm … looks like you intend to interrigate someone …
October 11th, 2007 at 2:47 pm
I rather love this phase in the cyclical life of a studio and of art making. The walls are blank. The melancholy is sweet. The recently removed past still hangs about atmospherically. And you can sit in the emptiness of not knowing what will happen next. It’s good.