So…here’s my dilemma. There is a house in the beginning stages of being built right across the street. Lots of construction noises, including dump-trucks, backhoes, and the men that run them. In addition, we are getting bids for a new HVAC system for our house. The ancient one we have now is on its last legs. The phone is ringing every half hour or so to schedule appointments with an HVAC contractor for bids. In addition, there is the construction across the street and of course my preferred KCRW mellow info and music. MAY I SAY THAT THE ENTIRE SCENARIO IS TOTALLY SURREAL? It literally makes my head spin. I have HVAC contractors that speak only Southern, erratic construction noises and my recommended NPR station from LA telling me about traffic on the San Diego freeway and the latest Hollywood gossip.
As I am working on my latest paintings, I realize that the image is fragmented and deconstructed as well as my broken mind. There’s kind of an incoherent quality to the imagery and my thoughts. Could it possibly be that the noises I am hearing have some kind of influence?