Last month, May of 2010, I heard that old familiar whooshing sound as a self-imposed deadline skittered by. I had hoped to have put together what I considered an MFA ready body of work finished by that time, even though at this point I don’t plan on applying to any programs. This was merely a way of setting a semi-quantifiable goal for myself.
Now, if it weren’t for more work finding me (a good thing) and moving (another good thing) I would have in all likelihood made this deadline. Now that I’m working more and have a home of my own — just begging for walls in the basement and new paint and new kitchen cabinets — I’m trying to figure out how to adjust that goal.
Some of my recent work in the studio, playing around with different finishes.
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