igordog

Alright, time for a new post.

My artshow came and went. My Debut group show, followed closely by my debut solo show (which coincidently fell on the date of my 34th birthday)

It was surreal. Not just the night itself, but the last two months leading up to it too. Painting every night, all night. Sleeping three hours between painting binges. It was brutal. I think that I probly took a year off my life duiring the last four months. It was well worth it though.

Of course I feel totally deflated now. Four months of utter determination towards one single goal, and now all thre sudden, I feel myself waking up with a quezzy-puropseless feeling every morning.

So, I'm trying to distract myself. Let stuff from other aspects of my life spill over into the empty spot in my soul that the footprint of my art show left behind. I'm working on the next series (till in the very early design phase.) I'm training martial arts again. And I'm trying to reboot my brain. Looking for that reset button,



New series contains physics stuff, so expect me to rant relentlessly about quanta and superstrings for the next few months.