I’m still not painting, yet I’ve been working. Days rush by, and my To-do list is getting smaller, but I can’t seem to get off my ass to paint. It’s really bumming me out. It’s making me feel like a lazy bum. I feel like I used to paint every day. I mean, I did. Maybe I just didn’t have a shitload of other things to do at the same time? I don’t know. Getting the show prepared is all that’s going on right now. I have no time for anything else.
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Time
I can never remember what I’ve actually been doing with my time. All I know is that I seem to always be busy. How does that happen? I don’t even know. Meetings, trips, emails, doctors, packaging art, errands, and organization. Why does everything take so long? And why can’t I find time to paint?
Continue readingDone, But Not
Well, early this morning, I finished the last piece for my upcoming show, On the Mend. It is the floor sculpture I’ve been going on about lately. The only thing is that it can’t be totally completed (in its entirety) until it’s installed on-site, which is fine. We’re talking two little details anyway.
Continue readingWorking Hard, Flipping Coins
I have a deadline—be it a self-inflicted one—to finish everything for my show one week before installation. Good thing I do not foresee that being a problem. I’m pretty sure I’ve been well ahead of schedule for a while, even with making the promo packages.
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Trying. Trying. I’m always trying to get shit done. Seems it’s never-ending and it seems like it’s never good enough. But I think I’m getting somewhere, even if it doesn’t feel like it sometimes.
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