Today I have spent the majority of the day piecing together a sketch for my thesis show based on the sketches that I started late last night. When I started thinking about my thesis exhibition I really wanted to play up the idea of the machine and the mechanical aspect to making interchangeable parts, but then I went to Seattle again. I can't get Seattle out of me. It makes me feel something that I can't quite put my finger on. It is not a feeling of home, but more this feeling that that is where I grew up. It is as if you spend your first 20 some years under your parents' wing and then you are left to your own means. Wherever you do that, I think, becomes a special place in your heart. Seattle isn't the greatest place on earth, of this I am sure, but it holds for me, my youth, and my hopes for a better tomorrow.
With this in mind, and realizing that although I love analytical processes injected in emotional artwork, I want to keep my final piece more emotional. I am an emotional dude. I was told this last week that I think about my love life like a woman. I don't even know what that means, but it went hand in hand with a comment about me being emotional and moody. I decided to make a love letter to the place that I have the fondest memories of, Washington.
Here is the sketch.
I hope you dig the sketch. If you are near Portland, ME, I hope you come to see the final in May, and I hope that there is a place that deep down inside you know you love so much that it can bring tears to your eyes just thinking and dreaming about it.