I haven't been in my studio in two weeks. Busy with the jobs. I have been drawing the whole time and now I'm working on a new project. The river project. A can't find the sketchbooks I want for my new project. Leaves one choice. Make my own. Well. maybe with the help of my bud Elena Bouvier. She is my trusted source for all things book. I'm trying to decide what format I would like the drawings to take. Setting up some ground rules for how I will create the drawings and then how the project will be as a whole.
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The book for my #drawingaday project has a design and I've been making pages. I'm almost current with the drawings I have made. The cover is next on my list. These will be handmade I think since production services like Blurb are too expensive for the quality.
So these maybe either limited edition or made to order or both.
I spent a long day in the studio Sunday.
I walked over from home; took a different route and enjoyed the cool weather. By the time I got up to my studio I was feeling a bit more tired than invigorated by the walk. I decided I didn't have the energy to make drawings on the wall.
I poured a tall glass of water and put on a half pot of coffee as usual.
I find it difficult to throw things away that I have a feeling will be come art some day. On occasion that has created a bit of a storage problem. Recently I had to make the decision about putting a few design annuals on the street for give away or or carry the 30+ pounds up three flights to my studio.
Finally after numerous conversations with suppliers and fabricators — thank you all — I was able to frame the five selected drawings for Songlines.
I carried the framed drawings to our local UPS Store and the staff protected them.
A white day full of muffled sounds. Almost everything a whisper.
The snow is still falling and the sky is the same strange yellow as last night. Perfect symmetry 12 hours later. It has been a night and day of quiet observation. An occasional muffled voice heard with the crunch of boots on newly fallen snow. It is a joy to be so quiet on the inside too.
Everything is about following.
Are you following me?
I was intrigued by the { following 2.0 } project at many levels. Not the least of which was my twitter handle : stellth. Stellth is one side of me. Stellth is a silent observer, an investigator, a documenter. Stellth is unseen.
Being an observer is essential to stimulating the imagination. Observation and imagination were key to my process in this piece.