Today I achieved almost nothing that one might consider creative.
My son and I went to Simi Valley to pick up a bag full of water bottles for the installation, pausing to take pictures of the oak tree, which I will post tomorrow. (That was the sole directly creative part of the day) then on to the University to plan the schedule of classes for next year.
While we were there I gave Joe, our excellent printer, my PhD dissertation on a zip drive so that it could be printed for the University of Plymouth library. It’s the last step of the amazing journey to complete the doctorate. Five years! Ultimately I’ll split the text into two and make a pair of books to accompany my exhibits.
I spoke to Eric on the phone about the location of the labyrinth. I must contact the stonemason’s place and ask if he’ll do the same promotional deal with us. He was really kind last year.
If there’s a lesson to be learned here it’s that all creative practice requires process that may not be romantic or exciting, but is absolutely necessary for the production of art.Â
