Almost killing myself with lacquer was a wake up call. It made me really appreciate what I have been doing with these paper sculptures. I had these notions of covering the Monkey Ball with mirrors or eggshells. But after sanding and painting it over and over, I found what I was looking for, is not in the materials it is in the process. It is in the quiet refinement, becoming one with the work a closeness like no other that the art lives. I got enchanted by decoration but what I was seeking was bigger more powerful and much more illusive. I can see that now, I can feel it.
Onward Monkeys!
--check out Truman on her perch behind the monkey, she is enjoying a slice of orange!
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