Two works in one day. Two stories.
1. I’m preparing for a small May show in Houston of my series Chasing Home and enduring the growing pains of cleaning negatives, rescanning, printing over and over again until the dimensions are right. The work this morning was frustrating, with a waste of five sheets printed with a border before understanding the technical limitations of borderless printing on an Epson P800.
2. My daughter and I made it over to the garden that I put in before our November move and harvested the monster collards, tiny carrots, and found one dried sunflower seed head (which we’ll plant in a couple months). She scrubbed a handful of ruby carrots and ate them right away. I had all but given this space up. To discover a few thriving, fat plants gave me some sort of well of hope. In between the two stories, I dug-in round 2 of a front yard garden and planted seed potatoes and onions. The hope continues.
That these two images can sit side by side is a testimony to how I am trying to find a way to marry these two worlds in me. Instead of pushing away all things from a past life, pull together the deep wells of whatever-is-there that I haven’t dealt with. Claim them, give them light, make new art, make new life.