Oh long days:
I had this realization last night.
That the work I am doing at this moment (art work) means a lot to me conceptually, but doesn't mean shit to me artistically. Everyone else loves it, but to me it's so fucking simple, I get nothing out of it, like bad sex... But the idea is still there, and I worked through the artistic issues.
Now I start a new day. In five minutes I drive two miles in one direction to drop of Mogwa at work, then it's off fifteen miles in another direction to the lumber store to by pre-treated wood for a bench I am restoring. Art Nuvoe (sp) cast iron, really beautiful. After I buy the wood it's back track those fifteen miles, then go another twenty miles to the house I'm working at. At five thirty it's drive back to New Paltz, pick up Mogwa at work, grab a quick bite to eat, then drive to the school for an artists lecture at 7:30...
And while all of this will be happening, all I will be thinking about is how much I want to work on my own artwork....
The thing that upsets me the most about living in the backwoods of New York State is the amount of gas that I have to use simply to survive and make a living...
In other news:
It looks like the collabrative project I will be working on in Buenos Aires this summer is a go, it will be ending with my first international art opening.
In order to make money for the trip one of the collaberators is attempting to get a show in Chelsea NYC for us at the moment.
I will be in Madison Wisconsin in April for a print conference, if anyone I know out in cyber land will be near Madison, let me know!!!
Thank you for reading, this entry is rather dull, I realize. Just had to get my thoughts out before taking off to work!
love ya all
I had this realization last night.
That the work I am doing at this moment (art work) means a lot to me conceptually, but doesn't mean shit to me artistically. Everyone else loves it, but to me it's so fucking simple, I get nothing out of it, like bad sex... But the idea is still there, and I worked through the artistic issues.
Now I start a new day. In five minutes I drive two miles in one direction to drop of Mogwa at work, then it's off fifteen miles in another direction to the lumber store to by pre-treated wood for a bench I am restoring. Art Nuvoe (sp) cast iron, really beautiful. After I buy the wood it's back track those fifteen miles, then go another twenty miles to the house I'm working at. At five thirty it's drive back to New Paltz, pick up Mogwa at work, grab a quick bite to eat, then drive to the school for an artists lecture at 7:30...
And while all of this will be happening, all I will be thinking about is how much I want to work on my own artwork....
The thing that upsets me the most about living in the backwoods of New York State is the amount of gas that I have to use simply to survive and make a living...
In other news:
It looks like the collabrative project I will be working on in Buenos Aires this summer is a go, it will be ending with my first international art opening.
In order to make money for the trip one of the collaberators is attempting to get a show in Chelsea NYC for us at the moment.
I will be in Madison Wisconsin in April for a print conference, if anyone I know out in cyber land will be near Madison, let me know!!!
Thank you for reading, this entry is rather dull, I realize. Just had to get my thoughts out before taking off to work!
love ya all
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I know what you're talking about with the art.
Though I've just been uninspired and bothered by the fact that NOTHING I do has any background.
xo
Heresy2006 bitches!