Saturday, June 23, 2007

time at home...finally...

retreating...turning more inward personally as I turn more outward socially...weird. I have no major problems (that I know of...), but it seems as though as the world gets bigger around me the more isolated I am from it... I think part of it has to do with the way I am thinking right now...focusing on the production of my art(s) and working towards the resolution between concepts and emotions and the physicality of craft...it becomes a bit more reflective at times, but I feel that only through that reflection of where I've been can I move on to where I'm going although I have no idea where that may lead...it seems at times that there's a cliff edge right in front of me and that something life changing is right around the corner...it generates a double dose of fear and excitement that often gets channeled into a chaotic mess that's really hard to harness...I work hard and I play hard, but I'm not to sure I'm doing anything...I feel great...and I guess that's a good thing...so I get to sit back, put my tray table and my seat back in the full, upright and locked position and enjoy the flight...

spent the entire morning listening to Leonard Cohen, doing laundry and cleaning the house...God that felt good! this weekend is the first without a pressing deadline in the shop...but I need to start two remodel designs for clients that have been more than patient with me...so when it's not the welder it's the drawing board...

came across this pic at The Cup, taken some time ago...haven't worked at AiP in almost three years...


pretty funny shot...

oh yeah...little Tufty Girl left this morning...I'm going to miss her...she was so sweet...but she went with two equally sweet new two-leggers...three down, two to go...I should really try a little harder at this...

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Mr. Pickering, your page is like your art, diverse and fascinating. :-) Send me some of those evites, I haven't had one since I left AiP, almost a year ago. BTW, you probably wouldn't recognize me if you ran over me, but my cop escort you would....LOL miss talking to you...Stephanie