Doing…

well hello again…

its been more than a year since I wrote…

I have finished art school

and reluctantly decided

I will not have a rebound relationship

with another institution

*

so as I unshackle myself

from the roll of perpetual student

my choices seem to be

artist or crazy cat lady

and as my husband is allergic to felines

I feel it is my duty to choose artist.

*

I know I promised to keep in touch

and maybe you won’t read this

but I’m going to write it anyway

*

these letters…

to no one in particular

(but to you, at this present time, dear reader)

will tell the story

of one who has decided to

“stop thinking, worrying, looking over (my) shoulder,

wondering, doubting, fearing, hurting, hoping for some easy way out, struggling, grasping, confusing, itching, scratching, mumbling, bumbling, grumbling, humbling, stumbling, numbling, rambling, gambling, tumbling, scumbling, scrambling, hitching, hatching, bitching, moaning, groaning, honing, boning, horse-shitting, hair-splitting, nit-picking, piss-trickling, nose sticking, ass-gouging, eyeball-poking, finger-pointing, alleyway-sneaking, long waiting, small stepping, evil-eyeing, back-scratching, searching, perching, besmirching, grinding, grinding, grinding away at (myself).

Stop it and just DO”

here is the frustratingly perfect Benedict Cumberbatch

reading Sol’s letter to Eva to celebrate our renewed contact

very good advice…

6 thoughts on “Doing…

    1. Oh Hi Claire, I was thinking of you, I’m reading “Converging Lines” and, pondering the gender gap in the Arts… and wondering how my work might change if I were a man. Would I pant/sculpt differently? Would my ruminations about my work be more acceptable? Its an interesting thought, and the direction of some new work.

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  1. Just know you are not alone. We may be battling our demons in different studios but they are the same demons.

    “You don’t have to justify your work.” I will have to write that one down.

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    1. We are strange creatures, Artists so much happens in solitude. Reading “Converging Lines” Eva Hesse and Sol Lewitt and pondering the differences in the way each of the sexes approach work.

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