Ernie has become a storage space:
So all the work for my upcoming drawing show and the residency applications I have been sending out has left me no time to work in my clay studio. I feel guilty and sad for my lonely, neglected studio. I wrote this letter:
Dear Clay Studio,
I am sorry that you have been neglected the past couple weeks. Yes, I realize that bucket of reclaim is ready to be dried and wedged. And yes, vertebrae cup, I do care, and I do want to cast you. It’s just, you know, there’s another medium: drawing. Yes, I know it is not as fulfilling as you, but as soon as this show is over, we will continue on as if nothing every happened. So be patient. I will return soon.