Sailing though a sea of construction in a tiny boat. Sometimes that’s what a whole house renovation feels like. Navigation is unsure, too many rapid decisions that need to be made all at once. Rough chop and swells, then dead calm.
I found some images in Metropolis magazine. A crane became the mast and a cityscape became my boat. The scribble writing in the background all the confusions and decisions rolled into one. Lots of creativity going into the project, not much coming out again into my art, it’s getting all used up…and then some, but it will be so worth it in the end.
The sea of hay grows ever larger, covering bare ground. The fence posts are in and look at all the brush to the left we have piled, waves of it for sure.
The texture and patina of 200 year old beams stacked in the barn, to become parts of new things that we will live with today. My mind is swirling with ideas yet to be realized, sailing as we are in a tiny boat on the construction sea. Where will we land?