My third residency at AIB felt like one very slow explosion. The days were filled and overflowed into evenings of rich conversation, laughter with fellow students, and nights of vivid dreams and adrenaline charged sleep. At home now, I am processing it all - gallery visits, thirteen scheduled critiques, three visiting artist lectures, two faculty presentations, a panel discussion, one critical theory and one professional development seminar. Those are the actual pieces, but what they represent to me is something far harder to outline or list. I can still feel the heat from the long explosion, and I am turning each piece of the experience over in my hands, dreaming of what I will build with them – something strong and beautiful to stand upon.
Back in the studio now, the process begins. Trusting gravity. Up is safe.