It looks like a more relaxing time to experiment, read, write and make new art. I am nearing the end of my annual, self-created artist residency. I love residencies, but they do not admit pets! My little dog, Gideon, is increasingly elderly: blind, deaf and somewhat confused. I have some of those same characteristics as well, I suppose.
Unlike most artist residencies, I do this one alone. The dog is not much help when it comes to creative questions. So, I suppose this is actually more like a retreat with a companion animal. It takes a bit of fortitude to do this. Not a lot of people to talk to. Not as much stimulation as usual. But, eventually, I can hear my own thoughts.
That is why I do this. My shoulders lower, I get “far away eyes” and I am able to notice new things.
What I am noticing this year is the reversibility of forms and the contrast of the machine made with the rugged environment of Lake Superior. I am wondering how to bring this sensibility back to the studio.