If you’ve followed me for a while, you know that generally at some point in the winter I get obsessed with sticks and twine. Apparently that is happening this year on schedule. I didn’t get to my drawing table at all this day, so I offer you a look at this current project.
This is one of the “cat trees” I have made, getting re-worked so it will fit better in the space I have available. There are parts of the weaving and knotting that I like quite a lot, so I’m trying to save and repurpose them, even as I make the whole structure more compact.
Clearly it’s still in early process stages. When finished it should be very stable, with knotwork tidy and neat. And then I have to test it on my cats.
The two pictures below show the tree in its original form, rather sprawling. It found a home for a couple of years in somebody’s large, warehouse-style living space, but came back to me when they moved.
Nothing like looking at a scan I’m about to post, to give me a struggle with the rule I’ve made for myself not to engage in self-critique or deprecation on these posts. There are obvious things I see that I would push farther, or should have backed off on, before I would feel good about presenting this to other eyes. But. This is how far I got, and it is just what came up. It was another day, and I went into my studio, and I made some art. That is what it is, and it is enough.
I was uninterested in making a new art tonight, restless and unsatisfied. But sticking with it for long enough to let it be something, I suppose. going through my mind the echoes of a piece by Nick Cave on the subject of Grief, which has been circulating in my social medias lately.
Visit his blog at theredhandfile.com to read a lot of stuff that will give you thinks and feels.
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