Not sure why I don't like the word random, in reference to (my) work or art. It sounds as though there's no thought or cohesive motive behind the choices or notions. I prefer the word intuitive, even though the dictionary says it also alludes to the lack of "conscious reasoning". There usually is some tenet that binds things together, some method involved. Anyway, I was just looking through photos I've taken recently and wanted to share a few. Not because I think they're great photos, but because they tell pieces of stories. I think they are notations of personal stories and that is what binds them together. Looking into an empty bedroom. Finding a dead bird at the bottom of my stairs. Snaps from an evening walk. Planting the spring garden. Light in the studio. Or maybe there's something about each one that encourages me in some way (like, hey, spring is coming! or hey, you finished a painting, yay!) Sometimes life happens and I process it afterwards, a delayed reckoning. I need to observe it twice. Along that idea of sharing pieces of daily life, I'm posting at habit this month, as is my friend Leslie.
As I mentioned, I finished a new canvas and I hope to show it here next week. I took some photos throughout the process and will add those too.
This weekend I'm looking forward to making strawberry shortcake and seeing Grand Budapest Hotel. It's almost silly how excited I've been to see that movie. Also, the other night I finished reading Tell The Wolves I'm Home and am so glad I rechecked it out from the library so I could. Next up is either Gone Girl or The Paris Wife.
Have a nice weekend.