This week I continued to work on my cut outs and  stencil/spray paintings. I tried out plastic table cloth, which sort of worked. I'll be excited to cut into some thicker paper Cassandra donated to me.

I'm typically not overtly religious in my work, but I cut out a scripture verse this week. Ecclesiastes 3:1 "To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:" These word cut outs are quite therapeutic for me and I think I'm just going to write and cut and write and cut until I've said enough.

In fact, I had to do another piece last night to cope with some disappointment. Sometimes I feel totally irrational and a little crazy, or obsessive when I make art. I think that's "normal" for artists. I hope it is. I don't know, maybe this stuff isn't art but I have to do it. I have to make this stuff. And, maybe it's the process that's more important to me. This piece is more about the ridiculous amount of time and effort it took to make. It's more about the left over scraps and throw aways than the actual words themselves.