adendum to last post:


this means you: in this industry where i work, feedback is critical. 
tight-lipped-ness can be fatal just as too much mouth is, well, too much.

tell me you like it. tell me you hate it. either wat, tell me while i'm still working on it.

i'm really running out of excuses on this one. i've been working on this carnival theme'd midway work since june and time to ''wrap it up'' clearly approaches. 

things i've learned:
know your gallon. --i totally had 3 gallons of red going this entire project, all different hues, and i can't remember what to blend where. it's ok to think smaller. 

find a place where the work becomes your own creation --we all gather influence every second of every day. we visually construct our thoughts. there is a fine moment from which we gather all we can and then transform and make something we've seen... our own. know that moment and carpe that diem. 

know your strengths and pursue them. --admit your weaknesses and a) ask for help or b) learn. 

i'm up to my butt in carnival. actually, up to my ears. this is a fun project, but sheesh... i'm burnt out. if i don't see another delightful red and white circus-flare burst ever again... it'd be okay. 
deadline is looming (july 12th) and i'm ready to get this stuff outta my space so i can move onto something new. 
throughout this large scale project i've been working out of the generator, a free arts-oriented community warehouse deep in the confines of industrial sparks, nevada. complete with burning man projects, art cars, solo creators, welders, carpenters... and... whomever else decides to show up to make shit with his or her time. it's been a real challenge for me to climb out of my home art cave and work in the public eye. 

a) i'm glad it's almost over
b) i'm sorry to see this phase end


in other news, i don't want to be a sponsored artist. i don't quite need artown up in my business. i don't quite need sierra arts' money. i've carved out a nice slice of life for myself and every inch of it feels built on by my own two hands, my own minutes of the day, and for my own enjoyment. 

(makes mallory a happy girl)