The Hive has been abuzz with amps and volts for a few weeks now. I can still dim the lights when I have both irons, the palette and the heat gun going at the same time—hellfire! That’s how I know I’m still alive. Here are some photos of the panel, my working boxes and what the Hive looks like now that it has illumination of a reliable sort.
Judgment of Kassandra
This week and part of last week, I’ve been balancing my expenditures against the art
I’ve actually produced. This is not a happy accounting. The Theory loves to tell me I know nothing when it comes to judging my own work. But I can’t help it; sometimes I feel physically ill when I look at it.
Yesterday for instance, I sawed Piano II in half. I think The Theory was disappointed. It used to be 18″ x 8″ and now it is somewhat less. (Note: a fully encausticized piece of art went through the table saw like buttah. I wanted to keep on going.) The Theory said what he liked about Piano II was the odd rectangular size. But after staring at it for a week, what I didn’t like about it was the size. Guess what? I won.
This weekend, I played with embedded objects and came up with pieces that gave my brain a little electrical charge. When I looked at them later, I was intrigued enough to forget I created them. Maybe that’s what I’m aiming for—getting me out of my art. Here’s another piece I like, called Me and You.