Thesis Studio: Beautiful Mess

Studio yoga kick off.

Perfectly rusted bailing wire.

Things to get me through the day.

Hoisting rope threaded through ceiling beam eye hooks.

Looking 20+ ft. up

Initial stretch of the axon terminal (more on that later)

(hoisting to the ceiling next week...fingers crossed)

Research & Kombucha break.

Assessment & ab workout.

Done for the day...

...w/my beautiful mess.

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messin' around with

paper paste, acrylic & ink on watercolor paper

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My 19 year old self, 1986.

Tumor removal successful...to this very day.

One of my thesis paper discussions.

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This...fills my ears with joy...

(pssst...I want her hat....and her sweater)...

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Thesis Studio Friday...the beginning

Thesis studio entrance.

Thesis studio yoga.

My materials & tools.

My collaboration partner.

Gets me to where I need to be.

20+ feet up.

Where I'll work my way down.

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What's in my ears...

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MY THESIS HYSTERIA

H  Y  S  T  E  R  I  A

B  L  A  N  K

N  O  T     A     R  E  A  L    C  R  Y  E  R

U  N  D  E  R     W  A  T  E  R

I  N     T  H  E     C  L  O  U  D  S

W  T  F  ?

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A  N  D

T  H  I  S...

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I have a few thesis...distractions

Early Sunday morning thesis fuel.

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn.

Organized art supplies

in my 

creepy equivalent of a

gramma's room

full of 

big-eyed collector dolls. 

Spiffed up my studio

that was perfectly fine w/o such attention.

Screw making the bed,

I'm back in it later anyways.

Took in the winter Edgar Allan Poe-esque view

out the bedroom window.

Chalking this day up to...

a no-go on any

thesis work

W   H  A   T

S   O

E   V   E   R.

soooooo.....

I spent my time

(remembering to some extent)

(because sometimes you have to)

with these guys...

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Alan Fulle

Church Tower, 2012

Epoxy resin

@ the Museum of Glass

Tacoma, WA

Designing an Artful Thesis

I'm staring at the

80 mph gusty

brisk

winter morning...

in an

incense infused air...

considering

my creative options

for the day...

taking my sketching

large

and my writing

small,

I embark on the

second phase

of my thesis...

I am

easily

distracted

by

her...

and find myself

letting my day dreams

of emotion, caprices,

spices of fear & fantasy

waft into the

sky...

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all while

crushing

on these...

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my tiny art

to

pass

the

time...

that currently

fills the space

above my

bathroom

light

switch.

Transition

I wish I were there now, 

drinking with them,

flying,

seeing new countries,

new faces,

sleeping in the desert,

feeling you may die any moment and so you must drink fast,

and fight hard,

and laugh hard. I wish I were there now,

instead of here.

— Anaïs Nin, A Spy in the House of Love

Taken in my Sleep

“Some people see things that are and ask, Why? 

Some people dream of things that never were and ask, Why not? 

Some people have to go to work and don't have time for all that.” 

― George Carlin

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Cartwheels on the Oregon Coast & the Tillamook Forest Through My Breath

 “Las mujeres se presentan francas y risueñas,

 comprendiendo muy bien

 que no es 

preciso ser mojigatas para ser virtuosas” 

― Ignacio Manuel Altamirano, Clemencia

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At night too, 

 

she puzzled the mystery of her desperate need of kindness.

As other girls prayed for handsomeness in a lover, 

or for wealth, or for power, or for poetry, she had prayed fervently: 

let him be kind.

— Anaïs Nin, ASpy in the House of Love

An Artful life

Hold fast to dreams

 For if dreams die

  Life is a broken-winged bird

That cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams

 For when dreams go

 Life is a barren field

 Frozen with snow. 

--- Langston Hughes 

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One good thing about music,

when it hits you,

you feel no pain.

---Bob Marley

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