Boo!
I've been hiding my work from the internet (other than this corner, and even finished pictures from here too). With that I have been hiding my work from most other sets of eyes, which I have rationalized to having a purpose. The phone doesn't do it justice: the real eyeballs look so much more fully.
Hands want to touch.
But! With every passing day since depositing the rest of the work of the same scale into the space I grow more impatient for a way to say hey! look at this!
No, really, look at this:
Ping pong game with no one in particular but myself: I'm so full, I'm so full of it.
I want to understand how to contain the object. The first frames sit so tight they shrink the thing they're supposed to hold up. (some irony there I imagine). The walls (t)here have been shifting what I think surrounding tonality could be. It's like the first time I put a painting on the aluminum wall all over again-- necessity turning into valiant options.
It's funny how incongruent things can align. Like stars in the big empty hole of a sky, I'm looking at you, Orion, I just need to see the picture(s).
So, thank goodness for trucks, thank goodness for yipping cheering coyotes, thank goodness for the pursuit, whatever it may be. Thank you to all the eyes that have seen so far, and the thoughtful words that follow.
Nothing comes from nothing, but maybe something will come from doing. Fullness brings with it emptiness, and thus I'm full of chili and toots.
Yours in a place without secrets, just the occasional booby-trap,
E