realtors and art
It's nice to think I haven't lost all my readers. Thank you for the comments! I have to wonder if this is even an art blog at this point, maybe I will have to morph it into a taxi blog. As I write this, literally, three strangers just walked into my space, behind my body as I type. (the realtor telling the trio that this would make a great room for the kids to hang out in...NO IT IS WHERE THE CARETAKERS LIVE) And now they are in my art studio. I feel completely exposed and violated. Not to mention sick. I have to wonder what the reason is behind me not having art space anymore. I know for sure that I'm not going to be making art anytime soon....the long days and nights of being on call and driving are not conducive to getting into the zone. And I know if I have to move I will have to throw out all of my scrap/found objects and possibly art. Am I supposed to be a cab driver now? I guess I am.