Today's dose of Introspect

Careful not to amputate any limbs, I remove my subjects from their realities. I cut up my photos, questioning the value of a solid, physical print. I know I have another copy if I mess up, but I want to get it right on first try.

My visions grow like children, unpredictable and adapting with every action. I notice how pointed a chin is as a cut a figure out of a wall, thereby making a two dimensional object present in third. It is still "flat," the leg of my model is still on the same paper as the arm, and yet it speaks, it has presence, it is free from it's original environment.

I concentrate on sensation. Where does the cut-out belong on a canvas or wooden plank? I question, what good is a meaningful piece if I do not enjoy its creation? Enjoyment is participation. Participation is meaningful. Yet, it seems too important to get it perfect for what it is. Does important undermine enjoyment? No. It will have meaning regardless; the harder I try to make it meaningless, the more meaning it will have. I will concentrate on aesthetics, for I want to see beauty.

What do I want? I want to see what I have yet to see and I am the only person who can provide myself with something "new."

Day 1, Image 1 (not there yet + struggle + face paint)


Day 2, Image 2 (Simple, for now. Waiting for mask. She almost fisted an apple, but that's just vulgar, so no. Maybe a brief stop motion animation. )

Day 2, Image 1 (Moving along fant-ass-ticly !)


Goal for end of next week: to have both wooden pieces finished, lacquered, drying, footage shot, and stop motion recorded so that I can order a printed book. It seems doable if I give up all rights to sleep...but my project is about dreams and sleep is research! What's a girl to do?

I notice that the more I try to simplify by deciding to do "something less instead," the more I end up completing the original idea and the "something less instead."