“yo sí es importante para ser en CDMX…hoy yo sé porqué es importante”
The thing is I have to be here. I can’t explain it totally, but I have been compelled to live here from the moment I first landed. I can feel the pulse of life in every bit of this city at any given moment. But then, then I discovered what I could see through my camera of this place. Like pointing a microscope at a slide sampling blood. There it is. All the color and texture of life pulsing right there in the open streets. I close my eyes and dive deeper. I can’t help but want to pull that off the surface of the photo.
So in interest of time – refer back one blog post about failure to catch up – because I have to move forward. The thing is I wasn’t going to let that stop me, so I tested some new spray fixatives and I had totally forgotten how some of them worked. So no I was not able to recover the previously ruined piece. It was a good surface to test out the varnishes. I put up a smaller piece I am working on for my mother so I could test on a different surface with different treatments. I know right?!?! Where was this analytical thinking yesterday when I derailed over 14 hours of time invested and made an example of that piece? HA! Ok, but really. I didn’t want to ruin what I was doing in front of me again.
I started on the second Joan of Arc. Not connected with intention to International Women’s Day. Sorry can’t take credit for that. I think about these things all the time and they come to life when they come to life without the reminder from facebook that today is…”insert holiday”. So what I forgot about this particular varnish/fixative is that it reactivates the oils as well so while wet it is a playground of mysterious happy accidents waiting to happen. Like sex it is.
I already know what I need to do to complete the piece so I am hoping by the end of Saturday. I just had to stop because my hand is aching a bit, so cutting this post short as well. Oh….here’s the piece I am working on for my mom.
