All A Dither

I've lost my focus this week, there's no getting around it. I figured the one thing that would be good for me would be to get back into the studio and work. Well, this hodpodge of images looks to me like the inside of my head; the earnest desire is there but the mind keeps jumping around.

I keep stacks of inkjet prints of photographs and of sketches I've made on a table in my studio, really they are in a heap rather than a stack and from this disarray I grabbed whatever floated to the top for these images. Each one is 8x10" and they are executed on matboard which stays flat and holds the wax well.

The drawings are carbon paper transfers from sketches on tissue left over from previous work.

Some of the images are ones I've used before like the one of my mother and her cousin. Most of our family photos were lost in a fire at my sister's storage building last Thanksgiving day to my great sorrow which makes those that remain all the more precious.

I'll close with an exerpt from a wonderful book I'm reading, 'Trust The Process' by Shaun McNiff. He says, "There are more people writing poetry than there are readers of poetry. This is a good sign for the world soul, but expectations need to be adjusted. The stage for poetry has to be relocated. If we accept the home and small community gatherings as places for sharing art experiences, creative expression takes on a new potency, in line with its true power to change the world through the aggregate of microscopic acts. . . . If the celebrated artists of the moment are ultimately insignificant in the broader history of creation, this should teach us that there is a place for every person within the creative process of a civilization."

All of our small acts add up. Isn't it wonderful?