so yesterday jared and i painted the wall. we got a nice blue/gray paint at wall mart for a ridiculous price (jared had the foresight to know we could buy paint that had been returned, who knew?) for those of you with foggy memories, here is the before shots of the space we are going to use for our one night gallery show. we came up with a name for the flyers: 12th street back door gallery.
its probably the first time i've really felt excited about doing this show to be honest. i think i am so scattered and lost right now ....nothing makes sense or feels right in my world and focusing hasn't been a strong point. it was good to claim the space with some paint and talk about other cosmetic changes we can make in the space. for as little as freecycle.org gets used here in huntsville, i'm happy to say i've requested wood stain for the interior deck area (see before photos) and someone replied so we might be snazzing up that as well.
the lesson is doing. and not being attached. since this isn't our space, since my landlord is graciously letting us use his property temporarily, i haven't wanted to get too attached to 'it'. i will admit spending time there yesterday got me realizing how i must find an art community. MUST. i get it i'm not going to be building houses, my draw to do that at least for now has subsided; instead, art calls to me and i am loving my wood assemblages ... more are in the queue as i speak. i feel certain these are leading to an opening in my work and i have to continuously be gentle with myself and them lest i stop the flow by comparing and looking too far ahead. i have to work with the space and materials that are available to me now and forget about what isn't. i feel i am working at about 20% of my capacity right now space wise/support wise. its a new low for me and i am constantly needing to halt my thoughts/fears. i think i forget. i forget that i never have and never will be like most people. i'm not family orientated, not going for job security, retirement or other typical american dream dreams. tod recently told me that 'art will save your life. you just have to keep making it'
out of context that probably sounds ridiculous to most people. but he knows me. it struck a chord immediately and reminded me of the day i left it all behind, hit the road and went in search of the artist within that could only be found out there.