I explain to friends that art is a language that only you know and you have to teach yourself through years of play and practice. No one else knows your art language. This makes it difficult because you cannot learn it from others, except in the way of understanding their art language and what you like about it. One of the ladies (Virginia K) at Paul Vincent Studios exclaimed when I arrived for my solo show in 2010, “We were wondering if you were meticulous or messy in the way that you painted,” delighted to see how I applied paint. Meticulous it was and meticulous I still am. I don’t think I could make messy artwork, but I have learned new methods that excite me over the past thirteen years. 

I woke up quite normally at 2:45 this morning, as if it was 5:45, ready to begin the day, thanks to the new moon. It hit me (finally) that each method of making work would change the shapes I made and the way I did the art. I would make different shapes if I had to make them in Illustrator, vs. make them in paper vs sculpt wood or print them out on a 3d printer. I was looking at a Brazilian painting duo (AVAF) that made work on paper and cardboard and I had this realization. I also was looking at work by @miecongo and had this same feeling. It was like opening a new door. 

I am getting prepared to go back into the studio full time. I have had to orchestrate and endure two years of non-stop construction to be able to do this and I’m finally back to the drafting table. So much of your work is in your mind before it goes to production. This early morning realization will be digested over the coming months and synthesized into new work. I’m typing this as I drink coffee at 4:06 am on Thanksgiving 2022. I am thankful today for quiet early mornings when I have realizations and my cats are still half asleep.

 I often contemplate leaving social media eternally, only working in complete solitude for days upon days, eating every four hours and going out for smoke breaks while being surrounded in a large white glowing room with a large window to the woods with no noise, no irritation and no worries. It would probably make my work unstoppable, but I would also probably go insane. A girl can dream though. 

As I build Diamonds into the 3d in my mind, I’m contemplating all of this. What needs to exist to be able to relax to be able to view art comfortably? Where should it be and what should surround it? What sounds will shoes make while walking around in it? I’ll go fight the owls and coyotes to smoke and think about it. Should I write everyday? Should I be more proactive in town and grow an art scene? Where do I find this little bit of paradise to put the gallery? The idea of making it as simple as possible so that the influencers have no pics to take is tantalizing. 

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