Mid-week greetings. Meet some of my studio mates! These little guys hang out on my desk and watch my every move. I can't say why I love them so, but I do. I'm not sure where they even came from, but there they are, constant companions as I work. For this portrait, I actually moved them, along with their favorite rocks to a bit of open space on a shelf. My studio is filled with such tiny objects collected over the years, the origins of which I can often barely recall. Yet, all of it is part of my daily landscape, the material world I wrap around myself like a cloak.
Along with all of my reluctance to let go of these bits--the ephemera, the memories kept visible, the stories told in objects, the dailiness of it all--is an equally strong desire for a studio space of crisp white walls, empty save for a single white table and chair, windows filling the room with the changing light according to day and season, from stormy and brooding to sunny and carefree. There are those days when I appear to work in the studio gazed upon by the plastic sheep and the clutter, but am really inhabiting the spare and elegant room of my mind....the one filled with space and light and nothingness.