Progress

It's been bleak. Terrifying.
The days are getting longer, I hear.

I finished our chores. Now I get to make a mess of all of this information.

There's still work to do.
Ain't that just the way.

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carnal-muppet-pile/ soft-sculpture gone-awry

I'm creating a second "piling" of what I'm now considering raw material. 

Using parts and pieces of what have been/ could still be workable sculpture units to rearrange 

a new tangle of textures and associations to materials, color and condition.

There's something unsettlingly satisfying about "destroying" my own labor. I haven't unleashed my full

hurricane on it yet, still a bit timid about ripping my own stitches...but trying to get to a place where I can have the confidence to know that these actions are more about elevation than masochism.

(this shot's all about the feather)

 The abstraction seems to hold more power for me now than any literal narrative that might 

have previously overshadowed any threshold to individual interpretive image tripping.

and it's one way to get over being so darn "precious"...

styro-topia

Dear Frank,

You're welcome.

Love,

me.