



I have been on somewhat of a creative hiatus for the last 6 months and although sometimes I feel that the wind has been taken out my sails, I also feel refreshed. I found myself saying to someone the other day, sometimes it takes more self control to do nothing than to continually do something. Well I have not been doing nothing but I have felt like an earthworm doing lots of work that to the untrained eye, seems like nothing. I have been working on creating all the systems within systems that govern an artists universe. Without methods of finding homes for all the nicknacks, doodads and materials we collect, chaos can become the way of our world. I am finally at that age in the process of calling myself an “Artist” that I know better than to have a messy studio, blindly piling things upon one and other in the name of inspiration. One of my favorite being 11×17′s.
The truth is, things get lost in the piles and if you have no way to access them, you might as well have left them on the side of the road…or wherever you found them (a road is not that far fetched). So here I am, organizing piles of papers that have come from photocopy machines across the country. All it takes is ten dollars to buy a handful of binding posts at the hardware store, a 3 hole punch (I’m sure your parents have 5 if you don’t have one from junior high) and some good music. I spent the time to categorize them into black and white, color, inspiration from books and my own photos and project sketches (this could include the most important photocopies of dying leaves and seed pods from the yard to glossy presentations made to the Director of the Board).
The irony of having had these loose papers around for years is that I know how to bind books. At any moment I could have figured out some killer custom method of organizing, but that in itself became a project altogether and got put on the shelf like so many do. The root of the problem existed in the issues I had with finality, “But what if I need to add something, or subtract something, I could never rip it out!?” And this panic put me into non-binding-paper-stacking comma. As I’ve been earthworm-ing, I’ve worked on ditching the anxiety and getting serious about why, year after year, I’ve been dragging these papers (and collections) around? I’ll be damned, it’s because they ARE inspiring after all.