Monday, April 20, 2009
The problem with having a blog is its inherent assertion of "I know something and now I am going to tell you what I know." When the subject of said blog is one's own work, one's own studio, one's own life--well then, what happens when the writer herself is in the dark.
I speak of course of those intermediary times--in between comprehension/knowing and say, a half-breathe.
And what about when, for the time being, the half-breathe is more interesting than comprehension.
Maybe the half-breathe is all that is possible at the moment--and so it's intrigue is unreliable, a lure away from staying, plodding, pushing forward.
Here are some photos from the studio as it stands--or teeters.
(Yes teetering, or sitting precariously.)