Busy Week

I've had an incredibly busy week.  And look, it's only Thursday.  Monday I was lucky enough to see Michael Pollan at the Kimmel Center.  I've read his book "The Botany of Desire" which I really enjoyed.  Monday's talk focused primarily on his latest book "In Defence of Food: An Eaters Manifesto."  It was both interesting and alarming.

Tuesday night I started my sign language class and Wednesday night I joined the Stammtisch group for a drink.  (German speaking group.  I'm working on my language skills.)  Wednesday afternoon I filled in for a friend and took her class to the Fabric Workshop to see the Nick Cave exhibit as well as a behind the scenes tour.  Unfortunately they didn't allow photos.  Cave's work would be tons and tons of fun to photograph.  But you can see some images here.

This morning I'm off to Morris Arboretum where I am certain to find more fabulous trees to photograph.  Oh yeah, and in between all this I sewed hundreds of triangles together.  Monday I begin installation at the Abington Art Center.  Hopefully it marks the last time I sew a triangle.  For a while anyway.

Processing

Another thing I can never seems to figure out ahead of time is whether I am wasting time or processing information.  It seems to take a certain amount of "down" time to let my brain work through complex problems.  I noticed this particularly in writing where my process involves about 10 minutes of writing for every 3 hours of what seems like avoidance.  These activities can include: cleaning, watching tv, playing on the computer.  Anything that is essentially mindless and distracting.  It took years to figure out that this "waste" of time was actually critical processing time.  I know I am done when I sit back down to write and the words come flowing off my fingers as if -duh- what else could I ever have written.  This does not happen if I "buckle down" and keep trying.  So processing is extremely important.  But sometimes it goes too far.  Like this morning I complained to my husband that I didn't have enough money to purchase my Spanish Galleon.  Seriously.  Gardens of Time may have moved from processing agent into obsession.  But since I started playing I've quit watching those ridiculous housewife shows.  If only I could "process" while reading Derrida or something.  I'd be a genius!

Marching Band

Our busy weekend included two band performances, a football game Friday night and a competition Saturday night.  Our hard working band took first prize in the competition!  Congratulations Marple Newtown Tiger Marching Band!

Unexpected

Working through some unexpected changes this week.  And maybe, just maybe, I've finally figured out how to finish the box piece...by doing what I had originally planned.  Can that seriously be the answer??  I should find out soon.