Maquettes, butt stuff, & an unfinished temptress
If you came for a Studio Visit this week, you would see…
A tidy(ish) worktable 😲
I EVEN EMPTIED MY STINKY BRUSH POTS!! Behold in wonder…
I scrubbed down the tables and put everything away because I needed room for the next phase of Things Men Have Said To Me Instead Of Hello, which is/might be…
…VESSELS!
What joy from humble cardboard!
And half a roll of masking tape.
So this is technically a maquette, i.e. a small scale version of a larger piece, where I’m testing an idea, and working out the kinks, and just generally deciding if I’m an idiot or a genius. The answer is usually a little bit of both.
I’m really excited about where this is going.
Inevitable piles of sketchbooks
Yup, my sketchbook says Butt Stuff. All will become clear soon enough.
Are the damn things breeding? No sooner have I put them on the shelf then the table is covered with them again.
I have the same problem (not a problem) with the coffee table in our living room. As soon as one pile of books gets cleared away, another sprouts in its place. Like some kind of book hydra.
The unfinished temptress
If it wore clothes it would be taking them off
I was in the middle of this (huge) painting when Things started pulling at my hair, and thus it was (temporarily) abandoned. But this corner keeps catching my eye and fluttering its garlicky eyelashes at me - I may need to have a mad paint-splattered fling with it. And soon. Minx.
Wanna hang out in the Studio with me?
Just wanna voyeur from afar? That’s cool too:
