Hello sun,
I have so much affection for the light and then it evades me. I struggle with what I can only accept. Nonetheless, today there is a softness to the air. The bright pink cherry blossoms on Commercial street are somehow still with us after what seems like weeks of foul weather.
I was searching for something in the basement the other day and I found this funny piece of paper. I received it in the mail over one year ago in a very strange package. It is still a mystery. The blacked out letters are very intriguing. I can't quite surmise who wrote it but it pops up from time to time. About an hour ago I was leafing through Principles of Uncertainty by Maira Kalman and I remembered that this very piece of paper was residing in my pocket. It felt fitting and who knows, perhaps a mystery reader will have some insight that I lack. One can almost see some wording regarding an embarrassment of sorts in the blacked out region. Owing to those curious crossed out parts, I have perhaps now spent more time studying this fragment of paper than most serious works in museums.
Mostly I have been trying to focus on getting work done lately. I have been wrestling with sloths and their characteristics and then of course, pens and pencils. On the back of the focus sheet pictured above were pleas for help in a fit of distraction. Tomorrow I'll be printing and by Thursday I hope to have completed a leica print.
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