I was thinking the other day as I was working in my sketchbook, how I love working with the white space of the paper. But my recent entries are completely filled. I find myself actually painting and drawing around shapes so that little white is evident. Not sure yet to what this shift alludes, but for now I'm content with it.
We did see Finding Vivian Maier this weekend. Have you seen it? I completely recommend it. We both really liked it. I have a book of her work but the movie brings some personal bits about her life to light that I found surprising. She called herself a mystery woman, and I think she still is in a way, despite all the evidence she left behind. I have admired her work since John Maloof started the blog several years ago and put up a few images. Her eye is so intriguing to me.
On a side note, as I'm typing this, my studio door is open and the wrens have returned to nest in the bird house by the balcony. Their song is piercing, I love hearing it. I missed them last year, for whatever reason they didn't choose the little bird house. Though in 2012 they had two broods. I am excited they're back.