I’m having a Jasper Johns kind of day. I want to destroy all the art I’ve done and start over. I suppose it’s a lucky break that I have no time to do that.
There were some very positive moments this weekend. Someone who studies Squid was very interested in the squid and whale painting. A couple saw the Muscle Car painting in the catalog and came to see more of my work. But they were bombarded with other people in my studio and I was stuck with a woman who was telling me what nice wrapping paper my paintings would make (Folks, don’t ever tell that to an artist, no matter how decorative their artwork is). Maybe I should practice being an unstable, quirky, volitile artist and just start throwing punches.
Anyway, I barely got to talk to the nice couple interested in my work. I sold one small painting all weekend and was pretty depressed yesterday. Just feeling sort of out of place, like I was watching a movie of my life, in which I wasn’t really a participant. I would like a different space. I would like a space I can draw in. I would like a place where I can bring in my laptop. I would like to find artists with similar styles and goals. I feel like I should litterally go back to the drawing board. Spend a year working on paper, to get my ideas together.
Can’t do anything now. Until December, I’ll just keep plugging away at this book.