I've been working with balsa, it's bigger than paper somehow; can be inked up, sanded, made smooth, drawn on, inked again, collaged on. It stands on its own. These two balsa blocks hint at mini canvases for me. It seems to change the modality of the drawings.My work sometimes occupies a frustrating no man's land between applied and pure. All the work I make that doesn't have anything to do with another text feels to me like it sits in some space between them, not really one thing or the other in the world. I don't think I should worry about this. I should probably just get on with it.
