All I do is go to my studio and lay in my bed thinking about going to the studio.
With three weeks to go until I have to bring my show up to Maine, the stress in
the air is palpable- I think at this point it might actually be visible to the naked eye.
Last night, hours after I finished licking my wounds from an odd studio visit – and
long after I first wanted to give up and go home – I made this plaster pillow. It is a
headrest of sorts, a hard-cushion for a glass bowl. It is plaster poured into a zip-loc
bag, with a bowl placed to rest while it cured. It is idiotic and also strangely affecting
to look at. It was worth wading through all of the brain clutter and staying
just a little longer and a little longer to get it.
I like it so much – maybe just because my brain is tired.