I arrived to the New Years party, but every one was gone. All that was left was trash all of the floor, empty champagne glasses, fizzled out streamers and crushed noise makers. It was the 11th of January and I was truly late indeed. But a smile came across my face because I happen to loathe parties. All the was left was me. Lonesome me. The me I came in with, and that was just fine. But one thing was for certain. I wasn’t cleaning up this mess. So I left and went back home (just as I planned).
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.
I don’t know how often I complain on my blog. Probably more than I think I do, but I’m not sure if I’ve ever just written one long crazy rant for the purpose of pure venting. Perhaps I need to do it to disguise my confessions really. I don’t know. But lately, I’m just not feeling good. I’m depressed, I’m in pain, and I’m so tired that it’s honestly hard to believe.
Pictured above is the most recent completed painting called Flintlock Terrace: oil, paper and fabric on birch wood panel at 18 x 24 inches. It’s actually only the first piece I have finished for my upcoming show at the end of November, Rock and Refuge, at Craig Krull Gallery. That’s in addition to what I already have on the birch wood panels here that haven’t been sold yet.
I mentioned before that I was going to start answering some my own odd questions that I laid out for myself in my art plan.