Break it down

For the first time since moving in a week ago I am delving into my readings for school. After visits from my parents, Felix parents and looking for a studio like mad, I sat down on my back deck. I began with reading gopnik's essay on kirk varnedoe that was in the new yorker last year, "the last of the metrozoids". Seems like this essay has replaced henri's The Art Spirit for me. I read it when I feel a bit fragile, obtuse, slow, muddled. gopnik writes that varnedoe could teach art history cause he broke it down to individuals and their lives- the demystified it. and it was simply that- extraordinarily that.

after two week of moving, really, I am still. The upset of looking for studio space has left me sleepless and fitful. I can"t relax. Then- there is the reading for my process paper. Sometimes I just need a reminder that I need to break things down in order to build it up again.