I find it uncomfortable hovering in that time and space between being clear in my mind about what I need to do, and having access to doing it. My father learned from experience to be equipped with a pen and notebook at all times, and never face the horror of missing the essence of some inspired idea. He constructed special little holders inside his jackets, which contained a notebook and a collection of multicolored pens (for color-coding his ideas), so avoiding these all-important items from getting tangled with the mundane objects which inhabited his pockets -- always ready for the quick draw.
I, meanwhile, am working with large objects, canvasses and their like. The notion of the process is glowing within me, but will it remain uncorrupted over time? It feels familiar, like trying to hang on to the recollection of a dream. The recollection is so different at first awakening, then altered later in the morning, then again later in the day.
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I completed this piece a year or so ago, but never felt that it realized its full potential. Big monster, hard to move around the studio, but it sure is dry now, and ready to continue its journey.
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