We all feel the crunch of time. It is slippery and hard to hold. Sometime I get so overwhelmed by all of the things that I want to read and make and do and see that I almost despair, for I know that no matter how long I live, I will never have enough time. And behind that panic, once I calm down, I find this kind of beautiful. There is so much potential, so much worth exploring. I love this world most days. I think that I may even like the majority of people in it. Ha.
But right now I have a problem. I have a show coming up in December. I should be producing work for it right now. And I can't. My mind is as blank as my canvases.
I partially know what I want this show to be: small to medium sized canvases that are reasonably priced and convenient to hang in a home. I think that it is important to be aware of one's audience, something that the art world is often arrogant or defiant about. I digress.
I want them to be framed, finished looking works. I want them to be gifts. I want to make a show of Christmas gifts. Things that are pretty and comforting and warm, but have a depth to them. Now what the hell does that mean? What does that look like? Sigh. I have no idea and I am slowly running out of time.
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