So, I’ve taken a few months off of the show circuit to collect myself and devote my time to building a quantity of paintings that reflect my desire to paint as opposed to the “pulling my hair out to meet deadline” series. It’s been slow, enjoyable, and I’m producing some new looks. Some new insight. It’s fulfilling and challenging. I’ve been offline for some time – which kind of halted my stints of writing (which is interesting because I should be able to write, whether or not I will be publishing it), but for some, unforeseen reason, I stopped writing.
Now I’m back, will be submitting some of my new work, and then it’s time to tackle my website, and the understanding of how to circulate my new work into the main galleries.
That bone-chilling cold is back. I enjoy bulking up for the cold – wearing fuzzy ski caps and layered clothes. There always feels like there is change in the air when it gets like this; like some icy slap across your face telling you to “SHAPE UP!” or “GET CRACKIN!” I don’t feel guilty about not going outside when it gets this cold. There is comfort in the paints staying wet longer, the warmth I can create in a painting against the harshness of the way my hands crack and bleed. There is romance in looking out the window into the foggy, grey 3 o’clock hour – and looking down onto an orange and yellow feathered art piece.
I feel welcomed back to my table, even though my vice looks at me closer than almost ever before. From a good 5 feet. It’s my TV. And now I have cable. I know I am in trouble, but I am enjoying it immensely. I don’t know how long I’ll allow it to last, but for now – I’m spending ALL my time in the studio. And I love it.