No Art Today,
So, yesterday I arrived at my new studio - still fabulous- but the home of a little nightmare for me. When we got there and headed downstairs, I.V., the most amazing friend/helper/assistant ever, found water, lots of water, all over the floor. As we began toweling up the floors, the leak came from a newly installed water pipe for our washout sink, I found the paper bag that was holding about 75 of my daily art pieces; each one sopping wet and pressed against each other.
Well after a few moments of feeling very, very sorry for myself and a few tears, the two of us toweled them off and laid them out to dry and assess the damage. I'm happy to say that for the most part, even though they were pressed up next to each other for what may have been hours, most of the dyes held. However every piece that had a lot of white in it is no longer white; 17 of them are quite damaged.
What's really weird is how I felt so violated; violated by a little leak and a lot of water. Worse yet, I just didn't want to make a piece last night nor this morning. I'm still feeling more than a little ambivalent. So even though I felt really terrible about not making them while traveling earlier this month, I've decided that for the next few days at least, I'm going to concentrate on the studio and getting my business and personal life back in order so that I can then re-concentrate on this fabulous thing I'm trying to do - make art every day. But for now the art I'm making is the creation of what I believe will be the culmination of my life's work - the best damned learning space possible.
I'll show you some photos tomorrow,