I cant think straight. All I can think about is what to eat and how I feel and that I get tired really quickly. I am all fogged and can only think about my body and the baby. I am lying here like a cripple as my siatic nerve feels like knives going down my leg. It never fails to distract me. BUT I manage to squeeze in some images before I must lie still and pass out. There is such a loss this semester not being in the darkroom. All I have is contact sheets. No prints yet.
I started painting with my spit and river water with the watercolors.
I also brought Jason into my world by asking him to help me take photos. It has helped so much.
Almost through the VC work guys, we are almost there. I have had to make two extensions for the first two mailings, but got great responses. Michelle is so tough but has been very easy on me with all that is happening. Thank goodness.
I feel the end of the semester nearing and I can almost smell the weird food seeping from the cafeteria in dewey...and then I gag.
These are really striking, Diana.
ReplyDeleteI like how you're conflating what could be read as primordial with contemporary cultural shapes. They feel to me like they might be a narrative about someone who is trying to figure something out. Personally I go straight to autobiography and think that the work must be about YOU, but I'm pretty sure that's just because I know you.
I found that asking Dave to be part of my work helped, too. I find I don't feel like I'm floating alone in the ocean when I have someone here who is in some way part of my process.