Even though my thinking brain has been like a bunch of clogged pipes, I’m still trying to envision what comes next for me. That is, after all the work is done for my solo show. I only know that writing has a lot to do with what comes next. I’ve been trying to write out my long-term and short-term goals over the last few days, but it’s a little like pouring molasses.
Continue readingQueering the Family Album
Photographer and videographer Eric Minh Swenson was here on Monday, shooting me working in my studio. I even made some good progress on my last pieces during the shoot. I thought I was going to have to fake it (pretend to paint), but I really was painting. I did this while talking to him about the scenes in the work, since they all originate from photos.
Continue readingThem’s the Breaks
Coming home from the dog park, I planned to start organizing my storage space. I said I would do just a single box when I got home. I’ll do a little at a time, I says to myself. And maybe over time, I can get through all of it.
Continue readingMisplaced Memory
I hardly know what I’ve been doing lately because my memory has been so entirely horrible. I know I’ve been busy with multiple tasks, including painting. And then there’s physical therapy, neurotherapy, and my regular therapist (psychologist). I guess that takes up about 5 to 6 hours a week, including driving.
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Since my last post, I’ve been feeling resigned and, I think, depressed about my art trajectory. I spent a good amount of time developing a new project plan, but it didn’t reach a satisfactory conclusion. Meaning the goal wasn’t feasible, interesting, or physically attainable. At least, not in reality.
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