Technically I should be reading some Bruno Schulz prose right now but I was thinking about a conversation I had with Michelle the other day about sketchbooks, and the wonderfully tangible quality of life they contain. I was perusing a couple of my old sketchbooks from high school recently and couldn't help but notice the very acute memories they recall.
Little contexts and circumstances and sentiments; all processes of the journey.
I hope to get back into that soon.

clarifying, clarifying
whittling down the bones.

metamorphosis

All Kafka tributes aside, this is more or less an experimentation in set designs.

Two of the five heads made thus far, and fabric samples I've been picking up here and there (feat. the beginnings of the scarf; my beppe taught me how to knit this summer:P

a taste of things to come

This being a story/character relationship sketch of sorts, my apologies for the cruddy scanning qualities. I hope to upload photos of the sculpted heads in the near future.