siren song

wax in progress*

After nearly two years and several aborted forays into the model making studio I am finally fully engaged. This past week I have spent the lion's share of my time working on models. Yesterday when I put down my work about 7 PM my mind continued to reside in that place in my head, in time and space, that I go when deeply involved in making. My body was on the couch, a book was in my lap but mostly I was staring into the infinite, my mind still in the studio working on the moonflower box, cataloguing what is accomplished so far and thinking about the next pieces to work on. Disengaging from that state of mind, returning from the 'land of art' as Marc calls it, is much like rising up out of a deep and dream filled sleep. Right now I am trying hard to keep the connection, to keep a part of my mind devoted to that place while I tend to other mundane things.

When fully engaged, I drift through life like a ghost, all my connections to the real world put aside, my chores go undone. I'm starting to understand how the city house got to the state it's in, my intention to be a better housekeeper in the country house becoming another paving stone on the road to hell. The housework I meant to do last week is still undone, the dishes, a continual though ever changing pile on the counter, never completely finished. Outside, I manage to keep the birdbath filled and the few pots of plants watered, the long hot dry dog days of August excuse enough for not getting the rest of those chores done.

The siren is calling and I must go thither.

*The top to the moonflower box was actually made for another piece but I didn't like them together.