It is the same almost every summer….I must force myself to be in the studio. With the sunny skies, warm air, and just plain preciousness of it all, I would so much rather be swimming, going to outdoor concerts, playing in the garden, preparing fresh foods that are finally coming from close by, and quite simply, making life rather than work.
Since I have a show in August, I’ve been making a lot more work than life lately. And since I’m not quite sure about the work (what it is about and where it might be going), there have been some trying days. It is an interesting place to be.
I have been wishing that my friend Kathleen was still living in Minneapolis and not Ireland. I am quite certain that if she could make a studio visit, share a bottle of wine and some words with me, I might feel a little better about the mysterious forms that have been coming about without much concept. But she is there, and I am here, and a virtual critique just doesn’t seem right. So I’ve been pressing on, trying not to think too much, trying not to dump too much into the reclaim bucket, and trying, really trying, to not question too much. And that last piece has been challenging.
I picked up Maya Lin’s book Boundaries the other day. It’s a beautiful piece about her process. I found big comfort in the last pages when I read her statement, “I do not think you can find a reason for everything you make.”

As a maker, I wonder if the need for finding reason in one’s work is implicit or acquired. At this point, I’m not sure if there is either (or other) type of reason to this latest work. Until it becomes clear, I will just keep repeating Maya’s words, and try to be good with that.
I will soon be packing a bag and getting on a plane to spend some time in southern France. There most certainly will be time to contemplate my work and find lofty ideas about it all, but I think it is much more likely that instead I will gaze out at sunflower fields, be happy for a different perspective, and enjoy some good summer living a la francaise!