Monday, June 28, 2010
busy! Busy! Busy
It is no wonder that I that artistic statements are anything but a creator of confusing and disbelief for me. I wonder about there worth unless they are very very long-too long for the average person to wade through. They always feel like such an invasion of privacy to me. Why can't the work stand on its own. How does one write about the lunacy and all of the elements that influence us to do a medium as slow as tapestry. I always seem to end up humming excerpts from West Side Story such as Officer Krupke. Yet, on the other hand I can spend days and weeks writing in my journal about why, how and what a tapestry is all about. It's not that I don't like to write. I think-maybe- it's about putting something so personal out there for everyone else to see and read. Perhaps giving up a piece of myself.