the less time I have
the more time I spend doing things like this: (nails; small & grey)
the more time I spend doing things like this: (nails; small & grey)
Jon Rubin’s Temporary Art in Public Spaces class from Carnegie Mellon visited the Artist Residency in Motherhood today.
preparing for an exhibition, writing mysterious letters, breastfeeding.
I am delighted to announce that I am a recipient of a Sustainable Arts Foundation Grant that will fund the extension of the Artist Residency in Motherhood until Early’s first birthday on the 20th May 2014. The grant will buy me two mornings a week of studio time, and some other costs. It is a…
Nearly finished an edition of 57 boxed pieces of a shirt once belonging to Andy Warhol & readdressed 100 already sent postcards.
today I brought home: A metal cup A magazine rack A toy tape measure A small foldy metal shelf A new wallet made of eel skin A small plastic animal like a badger Some discoloured envelopes and notepaper 25 antique wooden children’s blocks with letters on A queen-sized stained and old green/white curtain depicting…
Once every few days I receive an email from a woman, often a stranger to me, that shares every moment of a specific day lived as a mother somewhere in the world. This may be the job I used to dream about having when I was a child. I have just typed up three new…
The Artist Residency in Motherhood is temporarily having a break over the New Year. Back in a week or so. Thanks so much for visiting and happy Christmas & New Year to you. Lenka
I work in the attic of our house. My husband Seth works in the basement. While Otto naps in the middle of our house, this is what our separate but simultaneous working might sound like. listen
Leftovers from the Typewriter Drawings, found as I clear up my desk.
Otto started school today, the first institutional care he’s had. From now on and for the duration of the residency, I will have four hours each on Thursday and Friday mornings of studio time, as well as studio-Sunday. This new rhythm delights me. And to think I used to have twenty-four hours a day and…
I catch myself often staring into space. I notice sometimes a life-enhancing filter in front of my eyes that adjusts the way I see my home. Little shoe-maker elves tidy up in front of me, transforming the washing up into a stack of shiny dishes, conjuring up new furniture, framing and hanging imaginary pictures. My…