Of mind and body.

I hate being sick. You feel like shit, you look like shit and you can’t do shit. You just lie in bed, staring at your ceiling, use your computer, properly hydrate and recharge. I hate it.

It’s especially frustrating to keep still after such a fruitful trip to Guangzhou for the bronze-casting workshop. It was a real eye-opener. Bronze is such a beautiful medium to work with. It’s mind-blowing to see such a strong, solid material melt into a searing hot pool of red slush, and then transform into a solid again. There are so many things that bronze can be a metaphor for, and I feel a need to use it for a future body of work.

But looking at so much art and being surrounded by artists makes me wonder: What kind of artist am I? I know it is a question that only I can answer, but what if I can’t?