ex-change

a growing collection, some have gone, more are added on a regular basis

 not what you would call a proper winter, up until this morning that is: we wake up to blue skies and white splendor....we go for a walk, traipsing through a magical world; you know magic never lasts and as the temperature rises steadily the sun's rays have the trees dripping white icicles, as we return home all goes green and brown once more

As always thinking way too much whilst walking, on such matters as 'why do what I do?''why bother?' knowing there aren't any real answers to these kinds of musings....how the other day a friend visiting in the studio mentioned she could see how I was on a search, the individual pieces are in fact studies for whatever....yes, that is it

fragments of thought:

the studio is more and more a reflection of self, imperfect & unfinished - which is a good thing, for only death brings finality - 

talent is, as I see it, stretching (beyond) the bounderies of one’s limitations....

How I ‘work’: by association, never a proper plan, I just start, get going.... one thing inevitably leading to another, often unrelated, but somehow circling towards the same goal

expression, impress, breathing, non-verbal communication, communion

happy new year