I have always struggled with how much I should discuss art works that are in process. Not that I am worried about people using my ideas � it�s just that too much talk takes away some of the energy I have for the work. The creative act is also one of the most personal experiences for me. It is something I do alone or occasionally in the company of my most intimate relationships (meaning of course hubby and child). There are times when the blogging is slow and pithy, but the paper counterpart to this weblog is on fire � or vice versa. While I never question what I should or should not put in my paper journal, I am always questioning whether to upload photos or content from my new work in process. It is an odd sort of competition for my time and attention � the digital versus the analog. Right now the physical book is winning. It is portable (travels to ballet and swim lessons) and requires no data or voltage connection. I even print my weblogs (in color) and glue them into my paper journals along with all the other bits of ephemera that pass through my life. I fantasize about one day including these stacks of handbound visual journals in a gallery exhibition...

On another note � having a digital camera has set me free. I can have a photo shoot in my basement studio, turn around, run up two flights of steps to the computer studio and have prints in minutes. I love my compact little seeing machine... it is not the fastest or the best or the smallest camera. It is mine.