Today’s studio time felt like therapy—it was a lot of emotional work. A lot of my work is highly sublimated—sometimes the intellectual part of me is in the forefront. But lately I’ve been wanting to welcome in some more physical immediacy to the work. The past month or so I’ve been grieving but also celebrating—in somewhat of a chaotic emotional space.
I’ve been shooting a lot with some low angle light that creates inky shadows. I may not get a lot of studio time during the week but I do make up for it over the weekend by working my butt off. I try to stay current with my ideas during the week by checking in with my sketchbook, where I store my ideas and sketches.
Today I broke up the studio time with a swim and a long walk. Sunday in Brooklyn was gorgeous, a reminder that not every summer day will be life-threateningly hot. Not yet.
On Saturday I swam a section of an unsanctioned race/swim called the “Megaloop.” The penultimate distance was 6 miles. I swam 2 miles in very choppy water down to Manhattan beach with another CIBBOWS swimmer who was about my pace. It took a while and was hard because of the conditions, but I felt strong, and we finished our 2 miles happy and thirsty for fresh water.