I am dreaming these ideas, visions, whatever they are called. I can see them, finished, and wonder where I start. I did make a few of these earlier in the year, like little windows or small homes, entrances to say a church or sanctuary. Sanctuary is the word that I come to most often. I use words so much, and it’s easier for me to explain myself using words, I don’t sketch, and then I get bogged down with dimensions and perspective and forget what I am trying to record.
And what I should do is walk into the studio, dressed warmly, of course, since the cold air from the gallery slips into the studio and then the damn fan warming the house is so loud…I actually don’t like working in there this time of year. But I have to, I have these orders and this idea that BUGS me all the time. When I finally get in there then I won’t want to get back up here, or work on the numbers that the end of the year require. Actually, I have many of suitable excuses to use as I avoid doing the work I should be doing. Explore this idea of home/sanctuary/windows……of course writing about this just frustrates me.