I had planned to take a class in paint flinging at the Great River Arts Institute in Vermont next week, but apparently I was only registrant so it was cancelled. Instead I've rented a studio -- how weird is that -- and am going anyway. But what to do? what to do? in my rented studio for two-and-a-half days? I've had this sketch for a hundred years (since it's on looseleaf I suspect I was doodling instead of algebra-ing, or some such). I have a hankering to do Something Big -- physically big -- and I think it has possibilities.
The clothespin people are just about ready for their adventure. They're in the book press -- a stack of 2 The Beautiful Cookbooks, Hiroshige's 100 Famous Views of Edo, and An Atlas of the Universe -- being flattened. The covers are so close to done that I think I will finish them tonight during the ball game. . . and then off to Ohio they go. And then I can post them. I can't say that I'm done being anxious (several people in the exchange are much more accomplished I am) but the fun part of this exchange is dominant.
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