I've been thinking about the things I do that aren't art that may speak more to my practice and place in the community, my aspirations, than my actual work. I read, I listen to podcasts and interviews, I look at images online, read blogs, read reviews, I record a lot of my own life through snapshots, video, and sound recording. I watch the neighborhood from my front porch. I listen to the street outside. I bike and drink coffee. I go to school. I don't feel like I need to separate my art life and making from what I spend my time doing anymore. I think it's always been the same thing.
I took a couple of really cute pictures of Marley this morning
I'm thinking about the words that I find myself using a lot recently: practice, work, space, etc. that have to do with art but having meanings that extend past that context. Here's a book I made from old sketchbook pages. It's literal.