This week I am installing my 70-foot Urban Landscape made of all recycled business signs in Capital Health Medical Center Hopewell. The night before, I was up until 4:30 a.m. making finishing touches and preparing for a year's worth of work to leave my studio. What a night! At around 9 p.m., I cut my finger with a razor blade and my dear friend Wendy, past nurse, drove over to put a butterfly on it. She said I needed a stitch or two but there was no time in my schedule for the emergency room. As she was leaving, a bee the size of a small cat flew in and a battle ensued. Wendy won and I could go on as planned, unstitched. At around 2 a.m., the police stopped by to see what was going on in my studio. Lights are never on at that time of night on the farm, the officer said. We both asked for i.d. His were the flashing red lights through my peep hole. I was very tired at that point with black paint on my lips. I took a small rest, got up at 6 a.m., and got ready for the five vehicles driven by dear friends to drop off all the pieces.
Sometimes a picture says it all. Here is my studio counter two weeks ago. Very civilized.
Organized chaos. It still looks the same because I haven't been there in days to clean it.
This is me this week. Not home. Not in my studio. I am happily installing and experiencing new levels of happiness and exhaustion. Sometimes I take a shower, eat and sleep, but not as often as I would like.
This is me and Eric, who is the president of the plastic fabricating company, Central Art, helping me install. He is amazing and I could not put a project of this size up without him. I see in bright colors and shapes; Eric sees in inches and reality.