I go to my studio. This is what I did yesterday.
2 quarts of print paste, one for hand-painting the other for screening and breakdown printing, 2 different consistencies,
and soy wax resist. the wax is still on the fabric here.
The morning has started out stressful...I was so declaring my mother's move as an emancipation from stress and worry but we're bumping heads over the way she is handling some affairs and I'm torn between sitting back and watching the train wreck or trying to guide the train to another track. I'm a bit of a control freak when it comes to handling business...I like for things to be settled, neat and tidy, to avoid surprises and crisises. My Mother is stubborn, I mean STUBBORN and is of the mindset that one doesn't discuss details of personal affairs especially with one's children. I'm of the mindset that too much secrecy and lies causes confusion and chaos in intimate relationships. I know the past year has been an adjustment for her but she has continued to live like my father's income is still there. As much as I find him annoying, I think we all need one long Dr. Phil session. Is 10am too early for bourbon on the rocks?