To Rise Out of the Ashes

AIB Residency Summary...an exerpt

"Discourse emitted from not only within the walls of AIB, but out into the streets of Boston until the wee hours of the morning. My brain became a sponge that soaked up terminology, philosophy, theory, visual imagery, and imagination until the lot of it bled out uncontrollably into my spirit and I walked away a questioning human being. The graduates, as well as the faculty urged, 'This first semester is the time for you to play, to get out as much as you can in the simplest means possible." This has created an interior fight, a battle between holding on to parts of me that I am afraid to let go of, and knowing that by letting go I will find my place in a varied, subjective, yet documenting culture which permeates all of society, knowingly and unknowingly."

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The Uphill Battle- January 26

Up at 4:45, work by 6:00.
Out by 3:00
Academia or Studio work by 3:30
Karate at 6:00 or 7:30
Oh yeah, supper in there somewhere
Bed by 9:30 ( right)
Oh, you mean I have to take out the trash, too?

I have conceded...my house will now be a workshop for the next 2 plus years.
Friday nights, maybe for friends

Ok enough of that!
Right about the end of the AIB residency, I began having night visions... ideas.. and I am still getting them.
The goal is to draw them out.. get them out... make them happen.

I have been informed that this is the semester to PLAY! and I am trying not to get in my own way so that I may do just that.

:PROBLEM # 1 STILL NO ARTIST MENTOR.

as an aside:

Regarding my original goal...I have been doing some reading about how even in death, we speak, we make a mark.
Perhaps the grief and sorrow are caused, not by the death of my husband, as I am truly happy for him. He does not hurt any longer.

Perhaps my sorrow stems now from the loss of my identity, my place.
In death as in life, he has made his mark..cemented in time if you will. Through his marks he will go on.

I am left to wander

As an artist, I wish to make my mark also, but until I find my identity, how could I possibly make a mark.

The Initial Climb

Reflecting on my teaching, specifically on the content of the critiques of my students. Began to realize that I need to be just as thorough in the intent and critique of my own work.

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