The glaring color of the floor covering in my studio reflects my Muse's frustration with me. It is angry, sullen, unhappy with my lack of attention. Fatigue is my constant companion and the ability to switch between engineer and artist has momentarily been stifled as numbers and calculation and metal take over every corner of my mind. It is at these moments when the aching to create turns to throbbing and I quietly shut the door to my studio in an effort to silence the nagging coming from within.Where I Stand Sunday is an ongoing photo essay examining the different places I spend my life standing. Too often we take for granted the everyday places we spend our lives walking on. The ground we tread on has its own stories to tell
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