In the studio earlier this month, workshopping new work:
Thanks to Brad, Jeannie, and everyone at Crosshatch and the Hill House for a beautiful residency <3
The isolation and peaceful simplicity of this house in the woods was cleansing, like a long meditation. I learned to really appreciate quiet – in the environment and in the mind – and notice the beautiful sounds that reveal themselves when you take the care to listen, even when you think there is “silence”. There is never silence, not really.
I enjoyed the space: Space between thoughts, between words, between that moment after the fire goes out and when I head upstairs for bed. Or the space between the sound of one distant truck passing by and another, where you can hear the tiny song of some faraway bird, or the knock of a woodpecker.
Got my new slide box in the mail today. The perfect one for my collection of menstrual blood specimens!
my studio is looking very textured these days, with new work manifesting on the walls and a beautiful dog lounging in it.
photo of a scab, under a microscope.