OK so there are days where I know what I’m going to write about and then there are days that I don’t… this happens to be one of those days where the latter is true.  I seem to be heading into frantic normalcy- school has started and I’m back into the routine of the studio and am desperately trying to remember to pack lunches for my long days and show up at the right place at the right time.  So with that frantic normalcy- my office is being moved at Lehigh as well as my classroom and I showed up a week early for Kutztown classes, all ready to teach.  So I guess the universe is not allowing too much settling and I’m ok with that.  I do like having a routine but  I dread the mundane!

A part of my routine is a long Sunday at the studio.  I love the studio on a Sunday- it’s very quiet and I normally can play my music louder than I normally would and it has the serenity a Sunday should have.  Yesterday, I did arrive at the studio during the end of a three alarm fire.  Weird. One of the only “Open on Monday” eateries in Southside Bethlehem has burned down.  And as if there was hope for it to one day reopen, as I walked to campus this morning, it was demolished.  So to walk in for my routine cheery Sunday, the routine had already been jarred and I guess that could have set the stage for the rest of the day.

The installation that I will be presenting this week seemed to just have a mind of its own and I now have become the employee to bring it to fruition.  One of the lessons I have been trying really hard to learn in my life is to trust my instinctual inclinations.  The process of doing so normally is a huge battle where I try to rationalize it to death but as far as this piece is concerned, it will not allow for rationalizing anymore.  It requires me to just do.  I am now just trying to not let the worry settle in of the “what if’s” and “shoulds”… I learned a long time ago that “should” really is a bad word.

So I’m just “doing” and “allowing”…  I’m praying that this purely instinctual process will be enough to coast on.

I thought I would end there but one last word… I mentioned in a previous post that developing work is a bit like developing linguistics.  I was reminded the other day by one of the wisest people I know, that  surely artmaking is developing a form of communication however a dialog develops between the work that unfolds and where one directs the work continues the conversation.  It surely is not an imperial relationship- it is one of intimate exchange that sometimes goes together like peanut butter and chocolate (one of the most divine combinations on this planet) and other times it seems like peanut butter and sardines.