Saturday Surrender

Tonight I had a plan. I packed up my camera bag and my papers-and-pencils bag and marched down to my studio to spend a quiet handful of hours with nothing to do BUT to be creative. Although I am usually the only soul here, I share my studio space with a few others, but I specifically share my little room with my friend Michelle - a graphic designer/surf enthusiast/newly trained printmaker with regular projects on the go at Martha Street. Our little room is filled with books. Sources of inspiration. Catalogues of typography and design galore. Our walls are bare, save for two magical prints courtesy of Madge, who occupied this space before me, until her printmaking genius scored her a studio space at Martha. These two gems are full of ideas. As I write this, I am stared down by the prints on the wall, and Michelle's equally thoughtful prints laying on the desk. All I can hear is the hum of the fluorescents above me and the sound of music blaring out of The Albert. I am admitting defeat tonight and instead going to spend my time finding food for my cupboards at Superstore. I came here with high hopes and i am leaving with empty film, empty papers, and an empty head.

My focus has been flip-flopping at a breakneck pace these days - both my ability to focus and the subject matter that I am drawn to. Lately I've been into empty spaces and typography. Not together. Two separate thoughts. Here's hoping that something feels like home soon. The portfolio demands it. Tomorrow I am starting my day with coffee, a graphic design exhibit, the art store and a portrait shoot. Here's to tomorrow.