Sometimes the best work is made under the most adverse situations. I had gone to bed at 11:30 and was woken up at 12:30, half an hour later I was well energized and tossing and turning. I can’t really remember why I went out to the studio, it was cold, about 12 degrees, at first I just looked around at the massive amount of stuff I have accumulated over the past two years. The drawing was sitting on the floor, I had cut it into strips weeks before. I started twisting and folding the pieces and found the shapes to be very pleasing. It didn’t take long before my fingers were aching with the cold so I blew some time building a fire in my little stove. For the next two hours I sat on the floor a couple feet away from my stove twisting and weaving this piece in on it self. (I usually have a very hard time translating images that I do on a very large scale to smaller versions but in this case I am very pleased with the outcome. It makes me feel much the same as my large tapestry pieces.) At quarter till five I tacked it to the wall, turned off the lights and went back inside to bed. At 6:30 Izzy woke me up. I went downstairs with her and made coffee. I felt exhilarated.
“Art is why I get up in the morning, but my definition ends there.” Ani D