once upon a time there was a cup of tea, a nice mug, quite beautifully crafted and good to taste. it was drunk and enjoyed. the end.
today has been the last day of painting tiles. over 90 of them. i have a slight problem of where to lay them out to mark them up for the next phase of making.
another deadline next week, more words. i am reassured by a friend whose media is words who reports to struggle with writing about abstract art. i don’t fully understand who the words are for that i write. i want to describe the work yet not give too much away, having some ambiguity protected within the work feels very important to me.
i’m getting twitchy about not having the work altogether. another problem to solve, good job i like problem solving hey !
