My plan; I will be going on a roadtrip with the final destination of upstate NY. I will be making many stops along the way to check out not only museums and galleries, but to paint which will be the driving force and reason. Nothing feels as great as the liberty of just creating. Being on the open road, no commitments, just new destinations and making art. This is my comfort zone. This is my destination for the remainder of the year.
I'm psyched.
I will be sticking in NY state for a couple months; painting snow, tutoring, working on getting published and most importantly, finishing a portfolio. I will eventually make my way back to Cali, to take the remainder of my classes awarded to me be the ARC scholarship which i'm so excited about and to touch base with my shed. The remainder of my belongings now amount to barely anything since, due to my constant moving i've had to donate or trash all superfluous items. Even a great many paintings and sculptures are gone and those were the most difficult because alot of it felt like i was getting rid of my history, which to be honest is not all bad. Alot of that stuff was just not a burden i wanted to bear any longer.
In terms of my professional career I've had to let go alot of my ideals. Things had worked out fine for me working in a studio but being in charge of everything is a different beast.
I've had to swallow my stubbornness, ego, and self righteousness, and will now be considering engaging with galleries which ask 50%. I could make ends meet before, i can't now. I have no choice but to move forward and swallow the pill. Such is real life. I'll mention though that I'm still completely in awe of the fact artists have been ok and abiding by these terms and for some odd reason haven't boycott. But whatever. History has many examples of things that make me go "ugh?"
This week has been another week where i've moved alot and haven't been very artistically productive. Here's some stuff regardless;
https://www.facebook.com/WorkshopsFG
