blockage

i've been doing things like writing lists of desirable, compatible materials i don't have...and deciding that since i don't have a box of 1000 translucent red cocktail swords in stock, that it's not even worth going in that room.
i've been reading books and watching informative, inspiring, well-made movies and doing anthropological studies on newer versions of old sci-fi favorites. i've been cutting up magazines and working in our collage book.

sometimes i go into my studio to do yoga. or cut a piece of fabric. or pet the cat. or to help phloyd make an armature for a very large cone through which he will play his trombone.
sometimes i move things around on the wall.

it was something to stroll through Beuy's felt stacks and roll underneath Louise Bourgeous' spider... and then..Holy Land, USA
say what?! How had i never been there? it was gloriously creepy covered in snow, redeeming a day of check engine lights and missed trains that had led us far astray from our nyc destination.

There's some stuff in the works, or there should be soon..some fun things to work on:
a collaborative project/ workshop, a noisy day on the ice, an installation in a museum's dining room..

i'm pretty sure there's something good incubating up in my skull, but lately everytime i want to use my hands i feel like a goddamn gorilla!

oh, and i made this stuff:

i've been looking at images of altars 

micro/macro organic textures made up of mass-produced synthetic  flourishes:
shelf with fabric edging: top is styrofoam with cosmetics, varnish, broken lacework of painted fingernail clippings, petals from fake flowers, turmeric, plastic pearls 

i've been ripping apart "failed" or unfinished pieces i find lurking in the corners. insisting anew, that i can make them "work"

bits and pieces

closer up and to the right. and slightly down. right about....there.