maybe it was the bob marley, maybe it was the art department pictures, maybe it was the non-stop photo editing... i don't know exactly but something just switched on in my body and my sub-conscious took over and before i knew it i was making a HUGE mess of my studio space and 5 minutes later 4 pages were added to my "non-scrap-book-journal-scrap-book" that houses all my high school bits. I just chopped, glued, embellished... no thinking, no analyzing, no second guessing. The pages in that book are "messy-good"....its really more of a glorified journal. Going over these photos i realized my body craves that messy, paint covered, free, grounding, charcoal stained, chaotic, coffee induced, music inspired, exploration and careless-ness of creating.
let my hands create.
don't deprive my heart of ART.
its impossible for me to go to bed at a "reasonable hour"
ps: what is it that is sssSSOOOoooOO inspiring about those high school and college art classrooms? you can just simply walk in and feel crazy goo art vibes instantly?