All this time I was waiting for a large porcelain watercolor palette to come, but I then found out that it was out of stock indefinitely, so I wound up getting another one that was almost three times more expensive. I don’t regret it or anything. It’s the kind of thing that I will have for the rest of my life.
I haven’t written a blog post in a little while now, but it’s not that I’ve been really all that busy. Well, maybe that’s not true. I have been busy. Sheez, I’m always busy. It just seems like I should have time to sit down and write in the blog.
I’ve probably mentioned that I recently won the Wynn Newhouse Award, but didn’t get too much into the fact that there was a winners’ exhibition in New York City at the Palitz Gallery at Syracuse University’s Lubin House on 61st Street on the Upper East Side.
It’s been a week since my show Exodus opened and I’m just now starting to, well, I guess “relax,” if you will. I don’t usually relax so it’s hard to even call it that. I don’t know exactly how I feel. I thought I would write a blog post about how I’ve been “feeling” and just do a general update on what’s been going on with my overall well being, but I’m still not sure what that means exactly. I am hoping it will just come out as I type this thing.
Soon I will have shots of the reception, but for now all I have are shots from installation week. Here they are:
More to come…
It’s down to the wire here. I’m about to install next week. Am I ready? Well, yes and no.
Pretty much yes though. Everything is ready to go except the movie is totally last minute. I think I’ve mentioned this before.
But enough about that. I haven’t really stopped to think about how I am doing.
I don’t know.
Yesterday I had lunch with my good friend Ellie Blankfort and she passed on a really wise piece of advice, which was, Don’t plan for disaster. I think that’s what it was. Something like that.
This was in reference to how I will be feeling after the show, or at least once the reception is here and gone. For every artist, there is inevitably a let down, whether it is a successful show or not. It just is. But it’s a natural feeling.
You work and work and work for this GOAL: the show. Then you feel the satisfaction of it once you see it realized. For me, this happens on the last day of installation – not the reception. The reception scares me to death. I feel my peak excitement and accomplishment when I see it all put together in the gallery. I actually kind of dread the reception, but I know I have to go through with it and I also wouldn’t feel whole without it either.
But then there’s the reality of the next day. And then the days after. Then what? There’s no Huge goal in sight. Not yet anyway. Not at that moment. It’s a let down. It’s all your energy deflating and you feel a bit depressed.
In my case, I can get a lot depressed, but I shouldn’t plan for disaster.
I already have plans to take my last landscape paintings to a brand new place. Sorry everybody that might like them the way they are, but I want to obstruct them more …a lot even. I think if I loosen them up they could be really interesting. I’m starting to get excited about trying it.
Also, I will need to get out of the house. Try not to isolate to purposely make myself not fall into a pit of despair.
I am waiting on results from a couple of residencies too. You never know. The way my luck has been going lately, it could be more good news.
And for my blog, I wanted to start giving out some basic advice for beginner artists. I just don’t want to come across like some kind of know-it-all snob or something. I actually want to help, so I am working on putting together a little series on helping artists out. I’d love to mentor someone too if you know anyone that could use someone like me. I wouldn’t charge much, or I would just use them for studio work exchange.
And these are my thoughts for now.