Daily Archives: November 26, 2017

When given an empty canvas, I stare intently at my toes as I wiggle them, plan which wall to remove and couch to shift were the place mine, examine my palms as I ponder my life as written in wrinkles and wonder which wrinkle is Wednesday's. One might say I do nothing. I certainly do not make a thing. The plain sheet of paper with its limitless possibilities stares back at me blankly. If it had a tongue it would

Questions to Consider (proposed by Randy):   Who are your Lxs Desaparecidxs? In what ways has being in this process shifted your own creative practice, if at all? Where do you see the piece going next and how do you see the work evolving? What questions have persisted since the process began and what new discoveries have arisen? Who are you presence-ing? Can you tell us a story about who they are or what this place is? What is your