Thursday, November 16, 2006
War of the Monsters
The War of the Monsters booms and crashes behind me. Ben and Orion duke it out.
Sometimes you’ve gotta forget about the alphabet, left and right, where your shoes go and what absolutely must not be flushed down the toilet. Sometimes you must become a giant robot that can jump over buildings and shoot fireballs.
That suddenly seems more important than what I was planning to write.
All the art is finally back and put away, a path is cleared to the studio and I’m ever so ready to work. The rest of the year, and then some, will be likely be mostly brains and/or bowls.
I don’t know why. But I know.
Maybe you can figure that one out. Every time I think about it my toe hurts.
I'm told we work things out in the work. I believe this to be true.
There will also be poppets. There may always be poppets, of some kind or another, even though other phases come and go. Poppets have been with me so far, unaffected by geography, real or imagined. By now, it seems reasonable to think they will never disappear completely.
I’m not yet sure where that sits with me.
Boom! You threw a building at me?! Roar!
Posted by lisa at 6:30 PM