Studio Time

First hour in the studio, the staircase and grey walls, a vision for a horror movie. Grey clouds passing the strange long hidden windows. I had my paint and my books. Transforming the use and meaning of an object. But no way into the paint pot a journey a search and a tool cut through the problem. The books stand tripping on black plastic. Bleeding white blood and now i have to wait. The space with in a space echoes passing by shoppers and footsteps. The fluorescent lights playing they music. I found a red light outside the window. The space feels like a location anyway, when I am there I am no where, the world outside looks anonymous. A video sound project???? Site Specific???

Second time in two days after weeks of thinking and never making into studio.

The camera was with me it help me find more detail with in the walls and floors and views of the site. Site as it has transformed from a space to fill of my needs and things but into a space to see, hear and discover. I have fallen in love with the grey and marks on the floor and walls the sound of the lights, the lay out. Time passes differently in aapparently empty space. The only chair has been in its place for weeks or longer it belongs there now in my memory and the moving of it will cause me a sense of pain. It represents a presents not an emptiness.

My books are dripping and the paint is slowly glueing itself on the pages.

The red light outside seems to have turned yellow and is only on at night.

What will be the next action in this dialogue. The site is strong but I can sense a shift.

I like to listen to the site as no piece I do is ever finished until its in the place of view and I will have to shift and change it as the site ask for different meanings and understandings.

Time is a filter. I make something, I leave it, I start to communicate with it if I leave it and return to it. Waiting to return and the dirt to settle. To many Ideas but no strong hold or believe in them yet.