My studio smells like Jesus, a leathery, cedary, balsamish Jesus. It's spirituality by virtue of air quality.
I've been swinging a hammer.
There's a new medium to explore and it's name is leather, supple, malleable, lusciously paintable leather. This piece, the very first in what I hope to be a long line, is not quite done but I'm so beside myself with excitement that I had to show you. It's the type of obsessive excitement where other todo's drop off the face of the earth in favor of following the muse. It's the type [disclaimer: OTHER ARTISTS. DO NOT THROW ME UNDER THE BUS. I KNOW YOU DO THIS TOO] of excitement where you squirm in your chair because you need to pee but just... need... to... work for ten more seconds. Which inevitable turns into 20 minutes.
I'll show you as soon as it's done, which will be sooner than later as I can barely tear myself away. It's a doozy this one.
That said, I'm popping on a mixed CD and hustling back to work. Hope your evening is filled with pomegranate liquor and vegan cornbread, as mine surely is!
Sayonara minxes and minxettes!