Want to copy something from a conversation over at Facebook over here, so everyone can read it. It’s about the form I have been working with the last few months (as seen in yesterday’s photo post):

Steve: I’m still curious about where the heck this thing came from. A nightmare? I’d be afraid if it eating my face in the middle of the night.

Julie: These things remind me of Pink Floyd for some reason. (The Wall)

Kenno: It’s a forelorn object, bereft of wings or arms, boobs or mouth, not un-wholey formed, only a child of a much lesser god with a vlulnerabilty that makes it both fleating and attractive. Lots of expression inthe negative sapce. This form has haunted you for some time.

Orb: Summer, 1984, American Literature class at university. Had just read The Lottery by Shirley Jackson. I was bored with my classmates’ discussions, and I doodled the first one in the margin of my notebook. Spent the next month sketching it over and over in a variety of permutations, which resulted in a single painting (which is in the back of my bedroom closet) and a full sketchbook.

Interestingly, I had just seen The Wall that summer as well, which pretty much blew my young just-out-of-the-country, mind. So maybe an influence as well.

So yes, it’s been with me a while. Pops up every so often, like whenever I really get back into doing artwork hardcore, though I’ve never really focused on it. Just a doodle, you know? Just a thing I scribbled when I didn’t have anything else to scribble. Until now. I’m focusing on it now.

Sexless, but definitely feminine (in my mind anyway). The problem I am having with the two figure combined form is that there never was a masculine figure before, and I have tried to create one. It doesn’t feel right though, and I think I have spent the last few weeks working on the masculine one for nothing. Might not use it. Might not even make it in the final materials. Taking the day to decide.

Nothing scary about the thing though. I alternately want to hug it or worship it. Comfort it or ask it the secrets of the universe. Not quite sure what it does mean yet, but I remember the moment it was born as clearly as it happened yesterday.

And that pretty much sums up the situation with The Project at the moment. The pattern for the masculine figure is ready to be done in the final materials, but I don’t want to do it. There never was a masculine figure in my mind. I’m not sure I want to use it, which means I’ve wasted some time working on it, and now I’ve got one lone figure I don’t know what to do with. I’m feeling I should have focused on the tree as the second form, and it’s not too late to do so. The tree, compared to the figures, is going to be easy to create (the pattern already being done). Since I am feeling wretched today from my allergies (one of my eyes is gooey and swollen somewhat shut, such joy), I’m going to take the day to do some housework, rest, and contemplate my next step on The Project. I can spare a day of work.

But first … more coffee and a couple of pills. If I am going to do anything today, I’ll need to be awake and able to breath (and see).

And if you’ve never read The Lottery before, read it. Don’t read anything about it first. Go in cold, and just read it. Worth reading, and it won’t take long.