Studio floor, South Boston
The packing up of my studio of 22 years is nearly done, and I am almost ready for the move to Waltham in September. As disorienting as it has been to lose a space I loved and could ride to on my bike (a few pictures of it before it was dismantled are here,) this has also been a chance to streamline, strip down, evaluate and essentialize. I threw out a lot. I dug through the layers and encountered the remnants of old ways of working. I let go of projects that, I had to admit, just don’t compel me anymore. How this housecleaning of art, art supplies and thinking will affect my work going forward is still unknown. But something has definitely shifted.
I could not have done this without the help of my friends. Thank you, all of you who have pitched in.
In the midst of this Herculean sorting and packing, there is some good health news to share: My eyesight has started to return to normal. The two feet in front of me are now clear. Looking into the distance, the Cubistic doubling is still disorienting. But the short range has changed, and has done so ahead of schedule. I can read and I can see faces.
This is huge. I am so grateful to my teams of helpers, both allopathic and non-allopathic. I feel very lucky, and hopeful.
Almost finished. Saying goodbye, and thank you