A journal and a sketchbook are very different things. My journal lasted two consecutive days. I've got a couple minor health issues that are coattail riding on my recent (last year) tête-à-tête with cancer. Consequently, I thought I might measure my intake, output, and baseline. Hence the journal.
What sort of psychopath keeps a journal?
I left my gig on San Juan and ferried home with a three-quarter-finished sculpture. I haven't ground off all the spot-welds nor have I even learned how to TIG the seams.
A partially finished stainless steel sculpture can dress up the most Philistine yard.
I'm back in my own studio now. I'm getting some paintings ready to ship to the Marji Gallery in Santa Fe. I think I have had a major breakthrough in shipping technology: Insulation foam for pipes.
So here I am, back in my studio. . . trying to maintain a balance of what would be otherwise mind-numbing journal entries.
Most of the images in the video above will be shipped to the Herron School of Art and Design for an exhibition of blogger/painters that Carla has put together.