My God, the anxiety - about the work,
GO Brooklyn open studios, the Memphis exhibit, other demands present and upcoming. It feels like a full-time job to manage it. No wonder I keep constricting the studio, to try and keep from being overwhelmed. While I managed to overcome the last spasm and have been letting each piece evolve on its own terms, I've simultaneously been holding the expectation that I would "turn the pieces into something," that I would use them as material for more complex work. I've translated having the large space in Memphis into a requirement to make site-based installation, and have been trying to force-fit these small sculptures into a collective form they don't want to have. I saw this today, and gave myself permission to have a sculpture show. These sound like small things in the writing; in the living they are exhausting and upsetting.
I need to become intimate with these works individually, not treat them as puzzle pieces. That's the only way I will be able to see what each needs and how each should be presented. The relief in this is terrific. I have about 30 pieces, and each reverberates for me without any help from the others. There may be more work on some of them, but that's their individual evolution.
I love this one. It's like a hinge.
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Wood, paint, about 2 x 1 1/2 x 2 1/2" |