Tonight I'm tired. I've been underwater in the land of no time as I've lost myself in the wax. It's cold in my studio with the exhaust fan on all the time and winter really here now. I'm bitten good.
If you work in colored wax yourself you know that each color breaks differently under the heat and that you will not fully control everything that happens. You just work toward an idea with an open mind.
At least that's how it's been for me. Each of these pieces started out in an entirely different direction than how they ended. The wax is deep and covers the past as though it never existed. Well, not entirely.
It can look hard, pillowy, glassy or matte. Transparent or opaque. It is immediate gratification.
I love color and most of my work is extremely colorful but for some reason (because it's winter?) I just want white in these. Ivory, gray, flecks of color but mostly neutral whites.
Each day I think I won't have the energy to do so much again but I am getting up earlier and staying up later to do this work. It is the best feeling in the world. When the muse favors you and brings you faith in yourself.