About the process of translating language/thought into color/texture on page, pedestal, and wall.
To love both the material and the process is to be lost joyfully in each day.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
There are just some times when the best laid plans of mice, men and artists go astray! What you see here is Syed taking my Foredom apart for (hopefully) repairs. That would be because I nearly drilled a hole in my stomach when the grinder got caught in my tee shirt, instantly wrapped it until the torque stopped the motor just a fraction of a hair's width away from my abdomen. Good that it stopped. Bad that it broke the shaft. I was reduced to finishing the "grinding" of ragged edges with a knife - very slow.
I was working on this Iris piece and ran into a little dilemma trying to clean the inside of the neck. It's a very strong gourd but the slits are not wide enough to get any kind of tool through to shave the plant material away. So, I cut an entire section away, giving me better access. With a bit of luck I will be able to fit it back together so you can't see the joins.
I'm thinking of looking for a job designing puzzles. Maybe gourd puzzles. I wonder if there's a market...
Back to work...time is flying and my fall show schedule starts next weekend. Isn't that what Labor Day is about....working???