The studio looks like a tornado has hit it. The house is piled with stacks of New York Times and art magazines from the past few months. Radley's various milkbone cookie jars are depleted. Since we got back from Art Miami, I have been prepping for my class most nights into the wee hours of the morning (have never taught this class, or any fibers class, before), doing interviews and business stuff in the mornings (our xmas tree was still up when we had reporters here yesterday, and there were dust bunnies under the couch when we moved it to take a photo), teaching class in the afternoons, and trying to uphold commitments that I made 5 months ago to create work for various group shows in between.
The mini-semester class ends next week, and I am gathering information for the next painting. As you might imagine, I am feeling a bit of pressure about it, regarding subject matter: damned if you do, damned if you don't. Nothing to do but hole up, tune out, read a bit, flip through my sketchbooks, and listen, to hear what is supposed to come next. I just finished a lengthy email interview for myartspace.com: will let you know when it is posted.
I want to thank those of you who have been tuning in and offering support: I feel as though I have a new group of cyber-friends. As things are calming down, I am hoping that the hype was enough to bring people to the website so that some serious art things might happen. In the meantime, forward.
Labels: The Wreckage