Never easy, the transitional times in our lives, when you arrive somewhere new but still feel like you live elsewhere, the going forward part incremental much akin to labor. Most every essential box we packed-up is now opened and objects are finding their own place in the new space. Paintings, of which we have many, offer decisions we don’t want to rush, so for now we let them elbow out spaces here and there, forming alliances, marking their territory, feeling their way in this new airy and bright little space we attempt to call home. Everything is still unsettled and chaotic but we allow for that knowing that art demands we slow and observe. As my dear friend Jess reminds me, “Art needs to be everywhere because it is the inside of the world” (Bread & Puppet Cheap Art Manifesto).
Nine Cent Girl 