This came out of a project that I enthusiastically
agreed to be part of about a month ago. The
idea was to have townspeople transform the facade
(in miniature) of a particularly ugly bank in Chatham.
We were given a photocopy of the facade, and I looked
at it for weeks, with no clue about what to do with it.
Finally, I just sat down and doodled, did the next thing,
followed the next impulse, folded, cut and pasted. I thought
about doodling, how for me it means getting out of my own
way, letting go of self judgment, listening, looking. Channelling.