It is now November, 2016, post-election and there isn't much to say that hasn't been written in the media frenzy. This election cost many artists their sleep, sanity, friendships and work not made but I found myself in the studio in the middle of the night. It was the only place where my brain depended on connecting with my eyes and hands, allowing images to emerge so I can hear my analysis and live with it, whatever it turned out to be.
The red shoes had to happen, have been showing up for a year or more. I watched a film, "Tallulah," on Amazon and was struck by a woman of a certain age in the film who, when wanting to "go on the prowl" for a lover took out a pair of red heels from a box under her bed. I understood her, I understood the obsession of the heels. Maybe when I grow up I'll get a pair.