The theme of my residency at the de Young is the studio as a place of imagining. In this case it’s about where I’m from. It involves a reconstruction of my studio, unfinished, as if it is still being built. I transported my studio furniture, work in progress and a lot of my stuff to the museum for the installation, so it feels like my ‘real’ studio, even though it isn’t. Sitting at my drawing table, painting, in the reconstruction of my studio and thinking about where I’m from, I sometimes forget where I am. Then, I look out at the trees in the Concourse and I remember. It’s quite a view!
As the de Young Museum is closed on Mondays, I decided to head back home to Santa Cruz, where my real studio is. I needed some things from my studio and I wanted to touch base. I thought about going into the studio. The door to the studio is closed and I found I had mixed feelings about entering. My real studio is almost empty and nothing that’s there is in its place – I had boxed everything up and left in a hurry. It was a mess. Eventually, I found what I needed and headed back to the representation of my studio at the de Young. As I drove back on Highway 1, looking out at the ocean, I realized I could not wait to get to work. In fact, I thought, I was already at work and that the ‘studio’, whether real, reconstructed, or in the imagination, is as much a state of mind as a real place.