yeah. i feel at a loss. it's march and i'm behind on my project. i'd projected 30 paintings done by july/september and it's at....a fucking...crawl. why is it crawling?? let me count the ways.... a) had to put my dog down. b) my dude and i are...ehhh....outlook not so fucking good. haven't seen him pretty much since my dog died and forecast is raining single with a chance of not giving a fuck on the horizon. c) i'm working away from home at the generator and life is full of twists, turns, and shiny distractions. d) considering running for city council e) i may be doing a mural downtown if my new friend isn't full of shit. now, i'm not going to get into a, b, d, or e... but c... c is something i can perhaps manage better that will have a positive impact on getting MY work done in the time I've set aside for it. SHOULD I STAY OR SHOULD I GO NOW?
i'm torn. i mean, it's already a struggle for me to work well a midst others and if this project falls behind... i just won't fucking forgive myself. i guess this week i'm going to work out a stratagem where i can do both. hold down some fort at the generator and also reconstruct a ghost studio at my house for when the walls inside that wall-less wonder of a warehouse are crawling with drunken cockroaches. wish me luck.
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here's an idea of what's on my mind. a fraction of the images taken and needed to complete our tarot project.
here on the pillar we see, haphazardly taped up, all the images from the major arcana that i'll be reinventing into paintings. it's a lot of work in a pile. it's a lot of work in a file. it's a lot of work on a pillar. if it don't heal'r, it'll kill'r. so much about being in a place is about being and existing inside the in between moments. the collection of them. the aftermath. the build up. the clean up. the participation. so much about being around artists is about being around artist's egos. backing away when she's about to blow, closing in when the time is right. it's usually about working together for a common something. a common good, a common being, a common space that is so extraordinary that it's never been perfected. everywhere i've ever worked... and by worked, i mean created art... there's been a common theme of betterment. whether it be by the simple recreational re-purposing of a piano, the improvement of the facility property, or a desire to better the surrounding community--from 4th street to wrondel to dickerson to icehouse there has been an effort to positively reach out creatively. thankfully, in all the places i've been the last five years, i'm not the only one who feels that way. there's a like-minded-ness and it feels good to be in the same room with it. for the most part, goals are met, decisions are made, idea has become reality in some fraction of the sense. things are happening (and by things, i mean ART). from birth of the idea of the original 4th street salvagery to the today's cousin, the generator--i've loved bearing witness to this evolution. in their own right, and you know who you are, each establishment and it's kin/cousin/friend/rival has been a success in building a ladder for this community's artists to climb upward. sometimes reno ain't so shabby after all. |
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