the fruit of exile
The past few nights have been manic-driven late night hammer-slinging grunt work. I stand in here today and I see the wall of dreams. Next week I will post a picture of "the 50" hung on this wall. I'll have a family studio visit next weekend and then I can re-dedicate myself to what will eventually hang on this wall.
Over the xmas/new year break I had a vision. I started working through it in small, post-card sized canvases and have since taken it to 17" x 11" works on black vellum to tremendously successful effect. That body of work, nearing 100 as of this writing, will live a life of their own. They are on a level of anything out there and I'll find a home for them; and for me. I have no doubt of my success and it has been hard fought.
I'm running on a little over a dozen hours of sleep in 4 days and fortunately the drywall compound has to cure for at least 24 hours. But remember this image. Hold on to it and prepare. Gloves off.
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