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.
So I’ve been getting ready to set up my exhibition, which I install tomorrow at Craig Krull Gallery.
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.
There’s a term in the garment industry, in pattern making anyway, called “plotting.” I’m about to bore you with its meaning.
So, some weeks back I was invited by Theresia Kleeman, who teaches at the Conservatory for the Arts at Mayfield Senior School in Pasadena to come in as a guest artist and talk to the students. They have apparently been studying my art since the beginning of the semester. It’s all been so hard to believe, but it’s true.