Everything has felt so non-stop lately. Until today. I think it's because yesterday I had a time-based deadline that I almost didn't make (resulting in me literally running to the post office & making it there at 4:53), & today I didn't have a real deadline, & on top of that I woke up too early & could NOT go back to sleep despite trying. Twice. So eventually I just got up & made coffee & tried my best to get rid of the day. I wanted to do a piece that was a little more abstract than what I usually do. My friend Jayne had passed along some recommendations, and I spent an hour or so this morning researching her picks: Wassily Kandinsky, Hilma af Klint, Paul Klee, and Lyonel Feininger. (She also recommended Hasegawa Kiyoshi, who is not an abstract artist, but who made some wonderful etchings that reminded me of the work of Leonora Carrington.) It's kind of interesting , thinking about going from representation to abstraction; it's more difficult than I had really anticipated. I did that above painting today - watercolor on paper - I am still thinking about what is next if I want to do more abstract work. Since the last time I posted on this blog, I have started up the daily practice of making mini-zines: I have really enjoyed making these. They have become a little more like diary entries this time around. Today I have not made a lil' quarantine zine (yet) - I did a little mini zine called The Magicians. Today I was being a little Precious with my ephemera. I wound up typing a few things into the typewriter because I didn't want to chop up the ANGELINA SPIRITUAL CONSULTANT flyer I found on the subway (they're everywhere, but I think the font might have been too large for this little zine) nor the October 1982 issue of Cricket magazine I found in the Little Free Library the other day. Earlier this week I finished up a commission, a belated birthday gift, and another painting that I gave as a gift. Today the above painting, the zine, some sketches. Soon I will be starting graduate school. I've been trying to stay busy so that I can hit the ground running with grad school. I have to make a decision on which program I will go with. Like, tomorrow. But I think I might be done for today. "Let's go home and enjoy the simple things. The good things, the real things. The laughter of a child. A flight of swallows winging their way back home. Life can be beautiful, Miss Morris." Maybe not a perfect day, but Laura Pharis always told me, "Don't let 'perfect' get in the way of 'good enough'."
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