I should be working in the yard today before my neighbor calls the yard police on me again. You see I have an ancient yard, that was abandoned for a few years along with the house that sits there on it, and I have yet to reclaim it all completely from it's time of disuse. The goats helped alot, and I refenced last year so that I could get in there and get it all mowed and picked up, but it's hard to find the time for everything, and I have been lax in my duties.
Think I'll paint for a bit and see if the rains come to justify my procrastination. I'm doing a painting of Beale Street, which I normally don't do buildings but I'm making an exception this time....
Yeah, think I'll paint...
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Day One
So much has passed, so much is ahead...
Where to begin...
Maybe I'll just start right here in the middle and work my way in both directions.
I'm at a cross roads of sorts, not so much one where I need to make a choice, but a cross roads nonetheless... The last time I was here I had to choose, between life and death, redemption and damnation.. This time is different.....
Today I just wait, to see...
I had my first art opening last week, at a rather small gallery in Memphis, and now I wait to see what sells, if anything. I am told I'm good, I am told I'm better than most, but what that means in the world of art is just a matter of taste.
I work full time as a maintenance mechanic, I fix packaging machinery mostly, that's what I do, that's what I was trained for, and it's what I'm good at. I was a supervisor once, in a past life, and I have applied to be that supervisor again... and today I just wait, to see....
I wait to see if I get the job, I wait to see if the right people recognize my work as an artist... I wait to see if the circles and spheres of my life come back around to me...
Each day I wake up and I decide to paint or not. Each day I wake up the paint decides for me.
Each day I see the brushstrokes and tints of my pallet in the world around me.
Each day I wake up I am still dreaming of that day...
Yet today I just wait...
To see...
Where to begin...
Maybe I'll just start right here in the middle and work my way in both directions.
I'm at a cross roads of sorts, not so much one where I need to make a choice, but a cross roads nonetheless... The last time I was here I had to choose, between life and death, redemption and damnation.. This time is different.....
Today I just wait, to see...
I had my first art opening last week, at a rather small gallery in Memphis, and now I wait to see what sells, if anything. I am told I'm good, I am told I'm better than most, but what that means in the world of art is just a matter of taste.
I work full time as a maintenance mechanic, I fix packaging machinery mostly, that's what I do, that's what I was trained for, and it's what I'm good at. I was a supervisor once, in a past life, and I have applied to be that supervisor again... and today I just wait, to see....
I wait to see if I get the job, I wait to see if the right people recognize my work as an artist... I wait to see if the circles and spheres of my life come back around to me...
Each day I wake up and I decide to paint or not. Each day I wake up the paint decides for me.
Each day I see the brushstrokes and tints of my pallet in the world around me.
Each day I wake up I am still dreaming of that day...
Yet today I just wait...
To see...
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