. . . blundered around aimlessly

in my studio. Not as frequently as I would like, but I'm still just experimenting. These pictures are the results of some recent blundering. . .










Every day I feel less and less like an artist, and more and more like a corporate drone. And it pisses me off, because it took a long time for me to actually admit to myself, and to others, that I was an artist. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy to be gainfully employed. I do like to eat.

These are just some small samples of my black and white with two other colors experiments.

Maybe everyone has already discovered this foam stuff that you heat up with a hair dryer or a heat gun, and then press the foam into whatever kind of texture you may have at hand. That's what I did with a bunch of washers I had laying around. I used the foam to stamp on this piece. If you get tired of whatever is on the foam, you heat it up again and the imprint disappears. And, it's cheap, too.

I go down to the studio to start some pieces, thinking that while they dry, I'll start packing up the art supplies I won't be needing, at least for a while. But I never seem to be able to start that project. I'm in complete denial, I guess. As good a place as any to live, if you ask me. Of course, the reality of the situation, when it becomes irrevocable, is really going to bite, as they say. Oh, well, at least I will have had a few peaceful weeks.