Or, how to use color to counter cold-season induced emotional misery.
During my third, interminable winter in Minnesota, I realized that Spring could be more of a state of mind, that one could maybe trigger by taking action.
Tackling a massive art project without a plan might sound insane. Especially when you have a child, a day-job and house chores to deal with. But working without a plan doesn’t mean working without any rules.
So, here I am, waiting to hear from the curating panel of an art project I applied to a few weeks ago. Ruminating.
I organised my past work, found rubber stamps sheets I had forgotten about, borrowed (stole) ink-pads from my five-year-old’s stash and started stamping away.