Finally a cool summer morning after weeks of oppressive heat and humidity. The slowest painter in the world should be finished this week and the most damage will be done to the garden–he left the foundation for last. I am at the 1/2 way mark and I’m still not sure what this exercise is about.
Six months of images. Six months of Mondays. Six months of commitment. Unexpected forks in a path that I thought would be somewhat straight forward. The close observation makes me want to tear it all out and start over. The last 26 weeks (actually only 24 since one didn’t have a photo and the other was a photo taken in Buffalo). I am giving up control here too since I’d rather have even rows of three and the last only has two…maybe that’s the lesson.