I haven’t been doing much physically since my last post, which was kind of a downer. I didn’t Tweet it or anything because of that. I talked about sort of taking a break, or at least holding off on that one painting I was working on, which is the one that comes from this sketch:
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.
So I’ve been getting ready to set up my exhibition, which I install tomorrow at Craig Krull Gallery.
