I was discussing the notion of “re-invention” with some friends… and it seems that’s what going on here. At one point in the not so distant past, I was in more of a funk…
well, you put out a thought, and all of a sudden you have company. My “perhaps it’s time to quit painting” thought brought a response from a grad school friend, and two other local artists… we all seem to be in a quandary- either feeling the life and art sucked out from teaching demands, or, what…. questioning the point because there’s no audience for what you do, questioning how professional you can be if you hardly ever sell what you do, finding yourself tempted to pander to folks wanting very “affordable” prices
Then, I finally realized that I don’t want to stop making art, I just want to shake things up a bit.
First week without a space I’m renting outside of my house. No more retreat from the domestic environment. No more being gone for hours each day. Now I get up and don’t have to plan on leaving to go downtown- I just wander down the stairs! Still putting things away and getting organized… I am one of those people who has a hard time working in chaos…. but looking forward to drawing more, getting reacquainted with my etching press, spending more time reaching out to new audiences for the completed work and generally mucking around with all sorts of things.