Productive Avoidance

I'm doing some productive avoidance. Some spring cleaning while the deadline counts down. A little writing while the clock ticks, a distraction or two while I should be knowing better. There is nothing like the unrelenting power of avoidance to motivate.  

I made this sculpture a couple weeks ago. Since then I have re-wedged the form back into an anonymous wad of clay, and since then I had struggled to write anything of meaning on this piece. I've stared bug-eyed, fist on cheek looking at this void of meaning, for answers. Nothing came, no meaning, no stories, no words, just the smug expression of a surreal form with its head resting on it's fist. No write-ups could survive pasts their infancy. All ideas succumbed to draft mortality.  

This piece of clay is an experimentation of texture and techniques, while this piece of writing is an occasion of avoidance and procrastination. I should be writing two important documents right now, one due tonight, the other tomorrow. What better way to procrastinate than write about the thing I've been avoiding to write about for weeks? Fuck, I'm good. My mental gymnastics could  put any circus out of business. Don't judge me for writing this, I'm just being productive.