I am finally working on something big, and wanted to give you a glimpse of the growing worksite: an embryo that’s been hatched and scrapped, rehashed, and while I can’t wrap my arms around all of it, I have a taste of everyone in the portrait.
It’s not a scrap; it’s unrolling and leaning daily, like 20 kids overwhelming the corner of a raft in the middle of a lake. Finding its heart is akin to divining some elusive element, embrace and shove, refusal, fight and yield, a vanishing point in the frame where all lines come to a dot.
This is exciting, Theo. The Muse has arrived!