Happy late Chanukah, I mean Christmas. I don’t really celebrate, but I sort of missed out on Chunukah this year because I’ve been sick on and off this whole month, even at my opening. I’ve been trying to rest wherever I can get it, but I’ve also been busy, so it’s hard. All I know is that it’s time for a blog post because it’s been far too long. It usually gets my mind and my thoughts together, but this time, I’m not so sure.
Eve Wood wrote a wonderful review of my show Rock and Refuge for Artillery Magazine, which was made Pick of the Week!
I’m awake early this morning. I was having nightmares again. I have nightmares quite a lot actually. It’s the story of my life. I’m kind of used to them. This time I wasn’t able to go back to sleep though. My arm was being munched on by a giant coyote with the mouth the size of a crocodile, and my arm was still physically hurting after I woke up out of the dream for a good while. So weird. I woke myself up because I was calling out for my dad of all people. I guess he was the only person that I knew for sure had a shotgun. But he either never showed up, or I woke up before he could save me.
My mind has been preoccupied lately with so much stuff, yet it’s been more at rest than usual – surprisingly. My mind is always preoccupied with something, that’s for sure. That’s nothing new. It’s just a little calmer than usual, and that seems like it would be disturbing, but luckily it’s not too bad. Does that make sense? I hope it does, but it doesn’t really matter. What matters is that I’m not on the verge of crazy right now. If I was, I wouldn’t be able to write any of this.
Well I got everything finished on Tuesday at Craig Krull. Didn’t have to go back on Wednesday, which was good. That means I won’t have to drive back to Santa Monica twice. I wound up working until 5:30 on Tuesday, and spent two hours in my car driving back to Pasadena. Wrong time to leave the West Side, that’s for sure! But I enjoyed sitting in my car because I was literally on my feet all day.
