i am thinking
of venturing out of my house
and down the road
and into the horizon
to find a venue
a cafe or a gallery
who thinks my art
maybe make me
a buck or two
get the name
and into ears
out of my house
& down the road.
so i have some art i think i could display…like in a public place. i have my series of “whimsical inkings”
and i also have the starts of a self-portrait series on water color paper (does anyone know the world’s record for self-portraits?)
plus the ink on canvas self-portraits i have been accumulating…i think i have a show-ish.
so that’s my plans for the beginning of the month. maybe hit first friday…maybe rub elbows with some art lovers. maybe make some connections/set up a showing?
in other news…
my terrible funk seems to be lifting and i am no longer imaging my life as anna karenina vs. the train.
so that’s nice.
my house is infested with fleas & i lost a beehive to a massive wax moth infestation…but i am squinting and maybe? maybe see a light at the end of the tunnel?
my mindset is slowly shifting back from “holy fuck why is my life so weird?” to “i love my weird-ass life.”
i am deciding what extra weight needs to be thrown to keep the ship from sinking…but i think i may have successfully deterred any upcoming visits from diabolical parents…so i might not have to pack up so soon?
everything is in flux right now.
but i am slowly transitioning back from severe motion sickness to enjoying the ride…so…hold on y’all.