I'm still waiting to actually work in my studio for a sustained period of time, life keeps interrupting (some of it good and most of it not at all), and so I am turning to more immediate ways of producing work, namely my sx-70 polaroid camera (acquired a few months ago). The immediacy and physicality of that little rectangle of film is so satisfying. I've been so tentative with using the camera because the film is pricey and I have to order it online, which all make it too precious for me to feel comfortable, until I discovered how to use 600 film bought at my local drugstore using the filter from my used up blend film. So here I am snapping away.
Today found me with some free time, and I wandered to the damp outdoors.Looking up, a white sky marked by lines waving and streaking through. The saturation of the world taken away, and the colors on film are so so subtle, hints of pale blue. Winter has finally set in, but the robins are already beginning their annual pilgrimage north chattering noisily as they bath in puddles. A recent cold snap led most of the trees to finally abandon their leaves making room for winter clothes as spanish moss grows in leaps and bounds to cover their nakedness. The moss in its exuberance lavishes attention on power lines and fences as well. Florida, even in the middle of winter, is fecund. Yet today I am interested in the subdued drawings I find above me.