At the time, Donna asked if I had a plan, and the answer was . . . yes I do. The plan was to take it apart, and go from there. It took a good long while, but this is where the going, got me. So . . . the studio is back together, slimmed down and tightened up. I’ve traditionally needed a bit of chaos in my studios, or as I like to call it “serendipitous creative cross-pollination”. Now I’ll see how this order thing plays out . . . so far it’s holding strong.
If I was counting (and I am) this canvas is in its fourth stage of near completion, time to put it aside let it percolate for a while. The rain has the garden in overdrive, providing a worthy distraction. I can’t stay out of the dirt. Adding some new, attention to the old, and moving the garden’s temporary structures about.
I’d planned to get this missive posted last Tuesday, but now it’s Valentines’ . . . so in keeping with the spirit of the day . . . from the 1804 “Cartes De Fantaisie” deck of playing cards, the Queen and Jack of Hearts. The set was originally published in 1804 and re-issued in 1884. The cards featured here, are from a 1984 commemorative deck published by J.M.S France-Cartes. The set depicted Isabeau de Baviere, the Queen of France as the Queen of Hearts and Etienne de Vignolles nicknamed “La Hire” (wrath of god), as the face of the Jack of Hearts.
I’ve heard enough of 2016, and call “all-ee, all-ee, in free”. Stop already.
Speaking of stopping, I stopped making New Year’s resolutions long ago. Even if I made an honest effort to remember the what and when of those promises, I’d draw a blank. However what I do know, those well-meaning life adjustments hadn’t held sway over my actions for long, and regardless of the possibility . . . that if I had followed through, my life would be more better . . . I’m none the worse for wear. Actually I’m rather fortunate for not tripping on too many cracks and ducking mostly just in time, and here it is . . . 2017. Isn’t that a kick in the pants.
The point? It wasn’t the calendar turning forward, but rather backward. The idea was already there, building into the need, and what really put me around the corner was finding artifacts from two thousand four amid the dense jungle of things I’dcollected then pinned to the studio walls. Enough is enough.
So now the studio is in shambles as I take it apart piece by piece. Donna asks if I have a plan, the answer is . . . yes I do . . . the plan is to take it apart, and go from there.