The act of getting ready, getting organized, getting my shit together is defining my days and nights. This morning I woke up at 2:30. I refused to leave my bed, but the thoughts churned around like a fan was blowing on them.
It's been hitting me just how much stuff I've made.
S O M U C H S T U F F
This image comes from a sequence I'm building based on getting dressed/undress, zipped/unzipped.
Check out the textured fabric; it's a dream, even in black and white.
January 19, 2012
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