a sign

I don't mind telling you that I played that game called 'gimme a sign' last week and today I got my sign. For those of you unaware of being quasi superstitious, slightly prone to magical thinking, and constantly bordering on desperation, gimmi a sign is when you look up to the godless sky and say to what you think is perhaps your own perfect self floating peacefully up in the cosmos living life without all the mortal crap you the human self endures, you yell GIMMI A SIGN because you feel stuck and ready to throw in the towel.

Gimmi a sign is a last resort. It's childish and used only sparingly. I use it when completely at my wits end. Last week, that new piece (posted 2 posts below) I finished? I was rushing around taking photos of it and banged the shit out of it and broke off the cold weld. All my hard work down the drain. I was glad it happened in my hands and not a buyers, and chances are it would have never broken unless another moron was banging it against blunt objects, but it hit ME that I just have to learn how to heat weld and I have to expand if I want to keep growing as an artist. I can't expand if I'm not making money. Thankfully I was able to get someone to weld it for me at the last minute (I was in a rush hoping the gallery might take it for their summer show) and I didn't want to have to try and cold weld it again with longer drying epoxy, just too hard to hold and set four sides for 12 hours each.

However, the gallery doesn't want that piece for their big annual summer show because the photo is too similar to another piece they have. So they had the piece above (which I just learned sold and is now my sign answered) and one other. I have nothing else to give them so I will only have one piece in there. Happy to have it. Happy to have sold but wishing I had something new to give them. The high of finishing a piece and low of breaking it sent me into this frantic rage about feeling destitute and stuck financially and artistically.

What was I yelling I wanted a sign for? That if I didn't sell some art soon I was done. (I told you, I'm childish). I look at jobs every day and still don't feel I can handle standing or sitting all day somewhere physically or mentally. No one answers my replies to simple garden work and no one replies to my craigslist posts for weed pulling or garden work. No taxi driving. I wasn't lying when I said I haven't made a dime in months. I just needed to sell something and I did. It buys me another month of living. It keeps the energy moving.

I have often heard that it is useful in the long run for an artist to be 'limited' in their tools, materials etc. For as much as it feels like an impediment it can be what makes you stronger because you are forced to work harder, forced to learn ways around things and through things that you otherwise might not ever do. I think I've had plenty of that and I know it has been a good thing but man o man I feel like I've explored my primitive ways about as much as I can. I feel like a kid who cannot wait to grow up and drive or do this or that. Remember that feeling? When you couldn't stand being a kid and being left out of so many things you wanted to do? Thats how I feel right now. I want! I want! I want! I guess thats good, if I didn't want I would probably be a passionless artist. If I didn't want it would mean I had nothing new I wanted to do or experience.

So today I can feel thankful and glad for a gallery sale. Today I will try to shut my brain up about needing to make more, do more, learn more have more more more more. I'll continue staying away from my studio as I don't really feel like working on art. I do but I don't. I want to make what I want to make but my head tells me 'you know the gallery wont show this' and you wont make money on this so why bother. I'll let my bratty child have another day or week ruling me because I'm tired of hearing it whine. I'm going to visit tod's mom and boyfriend in MA with tod for a few days and get away from it all. Maybe I will find some inspiration in a different setting, walk in new places and feel eager to come back and work!

I sat in a $59,000 chair


Yesterday I had to go to the gallery and noticed that Johnny Swing's work was there. If you haven't seen his work go take a look. It's beautiful and nearly unbelievable that anyone could put together something so seamlessly, especially out of jars and coins. They had two of his jar chairs and the above coin chair. Google him under images and feast upon an astonishing array of functional art made from coins. Both chairs were comfortable, slick, cool and made me feel like a caveman in regards to my own work.

Of course I had to compare myself. I think about that woodstack table I finished last week, and how I emailed a photo of it to the gallery AS IF. It's hard not to beat myself up, I love my table I made but I know it will never show in that gallery. Guess I should be glad they even take my wall art pieces. I don't know where my furniture belongs. I kind of hate to think it would go into some crafty furniture shop. I feel compelled to keep making tables and given the kind of artist I am, given my tools and space and ability, I'm probably never going to be swinging in the same circle as johnny. His work is museum quality. He is a craftsman to the nth degree. I still struggle to cut a straight line, forget about welding hundreds of small things together to form a perfectly curved chair. To quote Samuel Johnson, Comparisons are odious. Enjoy what we have....who we are. What we do. Otherwise swim in the sea of misery.

In the Damascus Market, Mixed Media 2009


In the Damascus Market, 2009
Mixed Media Original
Print 12x16(in)
22(in) diameter

anticipation

Tod sent me the link for this art collector doc. and I cannot wait for the day I get to see this. I have seen tidbits of these two in a Richard Tuttle doc. They fascinated me. They were collecting Richard Tuttle's work before anyone in america had a clue. Just knowing people like this exist gives me hope for us artists. This is screening this weekend for the lucky few who live in big art cities!

Railroad Nut Candle Holders


I have finished this little series of nut holders. Click photos to go to my website with details and more photos. I might make one more set (of six) later; other than that I'm done, out of nuts and no desire for tedious repetitious work. Time to work on something else!

the steel grass and even more


I was remiss in linking to the entire installation from the post below. Go to this link and see some more amazing work from trash. Very inspiring!

"Withdrawn from Circulation" by Wendy Kawabata is comprised of books recovered from Honolulu Public Libraries. via Treehugger.

There is a 'tea quilt' by Ruth Tabancay that blows my mind. The slideshow is all wonderful but these stand out as my favorites.

steel grass



The first few minutes of this don't really interest me, honestly all I can think is if we all had metal instead of grass wouldn't that heat up the world ever more? What I love about this, is how she has this amazing stock pile of supplies and found a way to have others help her on her installation. I'm envious of course and full of admiration.

Harriete Estel Berman's website.

more table and explaining




As promised more photos. You can see this on my website and get even more/larger images there. I appreciate the comments on the earlier post. I think I failed to communicate correctly what it is that got to me about having made new art and then the 'letdown' I feel. It has more to do with not being able to feel like I can share it other than slapping a photo up here. I'm not looking for everyone to say good job little artist. I just want it OUT THERE. As far as me expecting too much too soon.....perhaps I haven't recovered from the economy. All I know is, I was just starting to come close to making enough to live on and then it all disappeared. I haven't made one dime 3 months. So far this year I have sold maybe 3 pieces of art. I can't expect anyone to feel sorry for me when it seems everyone is struggling, and I can't expect people to remember or know that this is my life right now and I'm too fucked up to work some other 'job' right now. So that has more to do with my frustration than anything else. This isn't a weekend thing for me, it is my life. I'm not angry at anyone but myself.

ps

thanks for your thoughts, comments on which way to do this and TO even do it.

things that suck

things that suck:

me on twitter. other than one friend no one ever comments or says boo when i tweet. my links i send...nothing. comments...nothing.

making new art and having no one to share it with, or if i do its a let down. i sent the link to one dear old friend and a relative and no one said a fucking word. tod usually is on it like a pig in mud and even he took a day to see it (geeze does everyone have a life but me?) thank you two the 3 bloggers who commented on my table. i know i need to show more photos, but after working on this for a month it feels like it needs a stellar show. maybe i'm just inhaling too much varnish.

my new etsy blog which is now 2 or so weeks old. it probably sucks because no one cares about etsy or me on etsy.

there. i'm coming down now. see, no happy mood lasts forever. its grouchy bitchy me again.