Finished But Will it Sell?

I can't deny it, I really like my piece.







I feel connected to it. Seeing it next to all the others it doesn't seem to have very big presence, that's sort of how I feel in general most of the time, but it makes me happy to look at it and remember making it. I'd like to buy it so I can look at it all the time, who knows I might have to.

Another year another Red Shoe Event

It's that time of year, time to crunch all the art making time I wasted this year into 2 weeks.
I just hope that I have learned something from last year. So far I have decided to just let it happen, make it up as I go, stay loose and stop thinking (which is pretty easy for me). I can't say that there won't be a tantrum or two but my tools are heavier this year so hopefully there will be less stuff flying through the air in a moment of disgust and very very immature behavior.

Here are the beginnings of what will become something other than what it is now, yes low expectations insure success.

The thing about bike thieves

They suck!

Sunday night was blustery. Under the cloak of rattling windows and shaking branches, thieves broke into our garage and took 3 of Richard's bikes. They pushed through the mud to get the back gate open, cut the padlock on the garage door, rifled through the jam packed garage of junk and stole the 3 most expensive bikes in there. They took 3 and left 4. Was 3 all they could handle? Was it a they or an him? How long have they been watching us? Was it that kid on the bike riding around the neighborhood a few weeks ago?

You'll find me standing by the window at 4 am for a while I suppose. Last night I had a dream that these men were fishing off a bridge, one of them a police officer, they were using puppies as bate. I think that dream symbolizes a lack of control I am feeling right now.

I guess life goes on just with more locks and keys.

We added 3 new locks to this door.