Hi Blog,
I know, its been a week or so. I don’t know what it was about that studio but it kind of sucked the blogging life out of me. It was the dark, cosy light, the nest that Duane has created and I just felt like sleeping. But I am back!!! Physically, as well as mentally. We arrived back into NYC late last night after driving for 13 hours straight from Lexington. I don’t mind driving too much. I feel like I have a purpose when I am in motion. A lot of the time I feel that I don’t have purpose and just to be moving from A to B takes that pressure off. It’s just something that I had to do. It’s a bit like doing the dishes, or taking out the trash, it just needs to be done and there is a logical reason for doing it. I find it hard to reason with art or music like that sometimes. What reason do I have to make it? I can always find other things that NEED to be done. But there is always a tug towards it. Hmmmmm.
So today we went to Staten Island. Drastic, I know. We went to see a house that used to belong to a woman by the name of Alice Austen. She was a photographer back in the 20’s. A woman ahead of her time, by the age of 18 she was taking black and whites of the social scene around her, doing her own developing and glass plate work. She seemed to be a bit of a wild one that refused to be tied down to the social norms of the times. It’s hard to be wild these days, there will always be someone out there who is more wild than you. Wild is soo 1990’s too.
Anyway, there is now a museum of her work in her house on Staten Island. Its right up against the beach and is surrounded by her simple garden. The daffodils were out and the wind was brisk, it felt good to be out. I found a bit of driftwood on the beach that made me think of home, so I put it in my pocket and brought it back with me.
I am trying to get back into writing and making things, so it was nice to see the works of Alice, the beauty she saw in the beast. So I took some photo’s on the way back on the ferry. I’ll try and display then somewhere.
Till next time………………..