After taking a self-imposed sabbatical from showing for several years now, I am finally taking a tiny step towards re-entering the public art world with a show at a small bookstore and coffee bar that has invited me to show there (which was cool as I hadn't approached them first). My work opens on the summer solstice next June which is perfect for me for many reasons, except that I sure could use a lot more time to put together a cohesive series of pieces.
In the time I have been away from deadlines and commitments, I've discovered that I work on a much, much different timetable than I did back when I was a slave to showing in public venues. I've become a world class futzer and lollygagger and I can easily work on a single piece for weeks or even months at a time, fussing endlessly with all the little details. But I really shouldn't be doing that now as I need to complete at least one piece every two weeks to have enough new works to fill the small gallery space I'll be in. And I haven't exactly been keeping up with that schedule very well. Between the odd sensation I get when I think about once again putting myself out there for public consumption, still being without a studio (we're on track for getting me in there next spring), the impending holidays and all the work involved with them, a very bad head cold and a lingering flu-like virus, as well as a finger nearly torn off in a car door and stitched back together, I am now far behind where I should be at this point in time.
Still, I'm trying to stay in the moment and not get too worried, and besides, there's still six long months between now and then to churn out everything that is currently only in note and sketch form but waiting to be transformed into beautiful works of art. If I need to, I'll channel my inner Vincent and work at a blistering pace come spring. But until then, lollygag I will until I am happy with each and every work.
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