Halloween Time

This is an old image, one of the first that led to the "Lonesomeville" series.  I  had not worked this one up after scanning it.  Yesterday I processed it with all the new knowledge I've acquired since those early days of working with the Polaroid.  It is crisper and cleaner.  Lulu.  What a lovely person.

Today I bought my own laser printer so that I can transfer images at will rather than planning it all out and then going out to print.  Nope.  $350 and I have independence.  Independence.  It is quite a thing.

I have made plans with the fellow who works in the studio behind mine--the real working artist--to go to Miami for a visit to the new gallery district.  I will watch how he works.  And maybe. . . .  So much silliness.

So tonight I made my first homegrown laser print and transferred it into a notebook.  I wrote around the margins.  I hope to make a page a day of transfers, images cut and pasted, pieces of paper and color and doodlings.  Just one a night.  That's too much.  It is plenty.  I will try not to be careful, try to learn from the awful mistakes.  Time is flying.  Time is flying.  Time is flying.

And this morning is Halloween.  So this image has no mask.  Such a thing.

I've not paid attention.  I've been fooled or fooled myself.  I thought the clocks went back the last Sunday in October.  I've been living on Eastern Standard Time all morning only to find I am not.  They should leave time alone.  Fucking with it just can't be good for people.