finally i can upload photographs!

my first full day in the studio in a while. it felt good, especially the last couple of hours, but also it was excruciatingly boring. i didn't know how to move around the studio, how to stay still, how to draw for many hours in a row, how to listen to this american life in headphones that squish my ears to my head so compactly that they ache every half an hour. it was good, though. i'm learning that i'm really a drawer (as in i draw), and now that isn't enough of a thing to be. the question is now _what_ i draw. loss. drawing as a way to hold loss. collections as a way to contain loss, for a while. pins. pinning them all down for dear life. string. stringing them into compositions, stringing them together, making string fences.

difficult to tell in photographs, but everything here is drawn except for the paint jars and the paint box and calligraphy pen.

the copper plates come tomorrow for letterpressing, and on monday we letterpress! this weekend we cut paper 200 times.