silverfoot

Well, it's been two years. I was writing a really poetic update about my relationship with my art, which is kind of like trying to pull down the stars.... And then chrome crashed and I thought to myself, "Damnation!" Here's what I can remember: Basically, I don't think I've gotten much closer to figuring out who I am as an artist.  There are days when everything feels right, and there are days when my hands feel like they don't belong to me, like little organisms that were attached by mistake.  Kind of like Edward Scissorhands.  He can create things of great beauty with his shears, but only when he doesn't try to use them like hands. Tryi

I don't think my long absence has really been an issue, since I don't think that anybody is really following my work anymore. In any case, here's a synopsis of what's been going on in my life: I finally graduated (officially) in January. They have yet to mail my diploma, which is amusing, and also really irritating. I'm starting a new job next week after I get my second TB test, (which is overkill, but whatever) get oriented, etc. Nothing particularly mind-blowing or interesting going on in that aspect of my life. In other news, Todd and I did rent an art studio in Phoenixville, which has become my home away from home.  I try to get there o

 knock once for the father, twice for the son, three times for the holy ghost this is utterly random and pointless, but i'm really getting bored with photos of skinny nudes, particularly here on DA.  i'm not suggesting that fat nudes are better than skinny nudes or that skinny girls shouldn't be photographed (god knows they always are) but i DO think that if the human body has the potential to be so beautiful, so evocatively posed, surely it might be more interesting if there was more than thrusting pelvic bones and teeny perky breasts in the photograph.  I'm really sick of pelvic bones, excessive spine, that sort of thing. Or at least give