With my hours cut at the museum I’m getting back to things I wanted to be doing. I made soup, I worked on poems, I read, and I drew. Not a bad Wednesday, even if I wasn’t getting monetarily compensated for it.
It’s been a while since I’ve heard from a friend who moved off to England, but I’m still using a book I have on extended loan from him, Amazon Insects. I could lie and say I don’t know why insects fascinate me so much, but I know. Their joints are beautiful, and their bodies segment in such linear ways. Against a water-brushed page ink blurs nicely into wings and antennae flare with a quick drag of a point. I’m trying to put more thought into my collages, control my lines a bit better. In college I was told I was impatient and took too little time with my art, and in retrospect I can see the truth in it. I liked the spontaneity of splatters, but part of my blurred lines was to mask what I felt was an inability to draw precisely. I think I like the addition of of sharp edges like stained glass into my work. I started to work edges in when I came out to Seattle but they were cut with a blade and objects suspended within. An easy edge. I want to combine the easy and what I find more difficult; challenge my control.