“The logs lie and wait. My fingers itch and my mind tumbles over the possibilities. Last week I visited the Devil Woman Saloon in Texas to get a feel for the place where the mesquite sculptures will reside once I’ve carved and completed them. I’m excited, inspired and challenged.

I’m also swamped.

Never has such a long stretch kept me from creating in woodchips and sawdust. The demons have engaged in battle, pushed me into the trenches and gained ground. I’m struggling. Post surgery hormone craziness has fried my nerves, unsettled my stomach, messed with my mind and clenched my heart within an iron fist of anxiety. The Blue Funk unpacked its bags, crowded the shelves, claimed the drawers, rolled up the rugs, and pulled the shades. I hunker in a dark corner of my mind under the unrelenting glare of the Blue Funk’s unblinking stare. Unclothed. Shivering. Vulnerable. Scared and sad.”

I actually wrote those words in February.

I am happy to report that the Blue Funk is no longer a resident. Unexpectedly the Blue Funk still plops down as an unwelcome guest now and then. I feel the funk mostly in my chest - as if I swallowed a shoe. The bugger makes me tired. But between the naps and the long dream-filled nights, I am getting the studio ready. Those logs sure smell good…I hear them calling…
Here’s a little peak at the Mesquite: Devil Woman Logs Video
I’ll keep ya posted! Stay tuned.