There is a lot that could be dwelt on concerning the hurricane, however, I choose to move on with life as normal as possible and to be very thankful that this time my family was spared. Having little ones in the house really leaves one with no other choice.
With schools closed for the week...and, let's be honest, with a disgruntled heart at the week not going as planned...remember, Pam was to have been here until Thursday...my studio was the last place I could be or wanted to be. That's not to say that there is no work to be done. Just the opposite in fact.
A comment Ersi left on the Roy G Biv - Indigo post has stuck with me, so yesterday morning the indigo mono prints were unearthed and strewn across the work table,
with me oohing and aahing all the while
and wondering just why I had put them away last year.
Acutally, I remember why.
The intersection of what next?
and how do I do that? had been reached.
I'd had a vision
of a long forgotten treasure box being found and opened
Inside were remnants of a life -
pages torn from a well loved book,
bits of a painting,
stories written in another language,
maps and blueprints,
codes to be broken...
Ersi, I owe you a huge Thank You! for getting me back in the studio. Photographing the indigos was just the little push that was needed to get the momentum going again. School is back in session tomorrow. Can you guess where I'll be once the little urchins board the bus?