Intention

A full month of travel, parties, and many people has left me as a non-functioning introvert. I am in "quarantine," have limited my engagements and interactions for the next nine days. Today is my first day back in the studio. I don't know where my work will lead me: Finishing work that was abandoned when I left to spend the holidays with my father? Beginning an entirely new work?



I re-consider my drawing, "Cow," from last summer. Something about her pleases me, leaves me envious of the narrow focus of her life: Eat, sleep, meander, eat, sleep, give birth. Not unlike an artist's life.