It seems to me that every year, I'm drowning in work right around Christmas time. I work myself to death, so that I can take a few days off. I spend the vacation totally exhausted and overwhelmed and usually either Robb or I get sick. Holiday cards don't get sent out. I feel like a slacker, when in fact, I'm working like a maniac. I've been working twelve-hour days, lately.
At the moment, my studio is in the midst of a wallpaper-creating frenzy. We are doing a new show by the playwright Sarah Ruhl, which is set in a very over-decorated Victorian home. My intern Mike and I have been creating stencils for ages, and on Friday, I printed this batch of wallpaper.
Each of the panels measure eight feet by six feet. I'm about three-quarters of the way through the printing process in this photo. I actually love this stage of the printing. You can see the pattern starting to emerge.
And the lack of pattern creates a fascinating pattern as well.