We are nearing the end of the year and I am in a strange place. Feeling like I got punched in the stomach after our election, and trying to process it through my work has me somewhat paralyzed and at the same time has opened up a new door to an old project that we may just get finished by the time January rolls around.
For the longest time I have been wanting to move back into my home studio, but there was no place to put all of the stuff that had been stored there while I was working elsewhere. Now we have a new huge storage container on our back property and I can start moving things out. Old furniture from my perfume studio, recording studio tables and racks. Packaging materials. Some things will be sold at a later date, but for now to just get them out of my studio so I can start getting it back in working order is priority number one.
I do plan on keeping my studio in the city, but am undecided how to best utilize each space. The city space is set up for painting and exhibiting art, so I will probably move a lot of the art materials from the city, my desk and fine art printer, etc.. Not sure yet about the large easel. How ever it all ends up I will feel better about it all and my ability to move around and work more freely.
In the meantime I am working on the oil/wax on wood paintings, small pieces, while stretching canvas for larger works. The focus of the oil paintings has drifted to the same frame of mind I was in all summer working on the small square acrylic paintings. At first the work went in a different direction, but now everything has gravitated back to what Matisse called the mark of the personality. The mark of my personality is messy, mark making, intuitive, deconstructed. The beginners mind. The place where everything always ends up for me.