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It is January and it is thundering outside and I am writing an artist statement for a fellowship (deadline: Monday). My thesis project is entitled Proposal for a More Secure, More Beautiful World (deadline: May-ish). The snow is slowly melting away which means that maybe the llamas and billy goats next door to my little house will come outside to graze and I can yet again shout at them in French as I pass by in my car.
Life is good, life is slow-ish. The woodstain fumes (color: Red Mahongany mixed with a bit of Jacobean) in my studio are making me wonder if I shouldn't just wear my respirator all the time.
Life is good, life is slow-ish. The woodstain fumes (color: Red Mahongany mixed with a bit of Jacobean) in my studio are making me wonder if I shouldn't just wear my respirator all the time.