5pm. work ends. 6pm. rock climbing. 7pm. dinner. 9pm. chocolate cookies with a hidden chocolate core. 9:30pm. roasted potatoes and veggies and onions and zucchini for lunch. 10pm. the backyard. with a torch. and a piece of scrap silver. and a girl who is jumping out of her not-in-europe slump.
essentially, ever since may 11th, i’ve been going through france withdrawal pretty badly. i’ve tried to alleviate it with visits to friends, intense cooking, photography, work, rock climbing, and a billion other activities. but the fact remains that i’m not in europe and it will be based on complete luck if i am renewed as an assistant.
well. come september, and i find out i am not renewed… then what? no. i’m going to move forward now so i’ll have lots of opportunities this fall. jobs, volunteering, whatever – and of course, art. no studio? no tools? no space? no excuses. as long as i want to make my work, it’s gonna happen. i’ll worry about practical things later.
so that is why at 10:30pm i found myself in the hot humid texas night playing with fire…
and i’m happy to bring back my handwriting. how i’ve missed seeing it in this journal!