Odd, i’m thinking i never feel totally completely awake in the winter.
6pm winter is not 6pm summer. Summer at 6PM i'm thinking ah - 4 more hours of daylight.
i can feel winters work coming to an end.
The internal begins to move outwards, more + more.
Doing good work, on a plateau. But working towards an ascension piece. It’s fairly obvious. A push through piece. And then another plateau. i can always point to those works in retrospect. The art has a deep resonance. They wipe me out … but i always seem to be chasing that high - ever since i first felt it. It’s times like these that i rely on imagination, more than intelligence.
My greatest relationships have been with artists. Working collaborations. Ensemble work. That’s always been my true quite profound excitement.
i do love the idea that artwork comes from a deeper place than personality. If there’s a line up of people and a line of art - who could match them up?