Maybe some birds aren't meant to be caged...
A week of fading lights, impossible mirrors and infinity frames being forced into confinement - to sum things up: "struggle" at all ends.
Don't know why I seem to be incapable to ever complete a (work of art). It literally causes me pain to FRAME an image, let alone getting it framed. If I'm not forced to react in the way that I i.e. have a deadline to meet, there is no way that I voluntarily ever make that final call.
When it comes to signing an artwork...I refuse...framing....I refuse...
I feel as if I carry my newborn straight to prison and leave it there to its own devices and sentenced to live imprisonment.
Even though a part of me admires the craft of archival framing, researching various Linen tapes, studying T,V and S hinges, viewing mat boards in 50 shades of white, examining frames in a hundred different materials textures, thicknesses and glas types...
everything under the premise to cause the least damage, the prospect of being fixed for good terrifies me tremendously as if I became a victim of Procrustes, the stretcher himself.
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