Work in the studio has not been going exactly as planned. For once this is okay and sort of the whole point. I was trying to just let things develop on their own without going crazy over details as usual. I originally began working with dead sunflower leaves and other various decaying plant life. The leaves are not absorbent enough for the slip to not crack and break. I would like to continue working with them and figure out how to make it work, but for now they've been put on the back shelf and i'm moving on.
In my experimenting, i found my new obsession. The tops of corn stalk are just lovely (and absorbent). In life they are the male part of the plant, used to pollinate and make delicious corn for us to enjoy all summer. In death, they get to be my next project =) I currently have a significant amount of tops to work with but i would really like to find more before they are all cut down and thrown away. I originally considered not firing them at all but i did a couple firing tests and they turned out pretty well, so now i'm moving on to thinking about alternative ways to color them.
As far as dreams are concerned, I don't actually dream anymore; or if I do, I can't remember them. I used to dream events that already happened and I would rather not re-experience. Now I really am only capable of falling asleep after 5 am and not usually long enough to dream.
A visual memory that i've been thinking of recently really is not related to anything i've been doing or anything else i've been thinking about. I've been picturing that scene that looks like armageddon after a concert, or homecoming, or some huge event. After everyone leaves and the parking lot is left with the traces of everyone who was there. I just think its interesting that no one thinks about who has to clean that up, or if you would have the same careless attitude anywhere else or if it's just that type of event that brings it out in people. All those things aside i always find it an interesting visual and wonder if that what would end up being the "ruins" of our generation.
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