Today is my first official day as an ex-web developer. I spent the day gathering baby stuff and frames for art. We have a million drawings and prints that have been impatiently awaiting mattes and frames. We had run out of wall space and we knew we were moving soon, so I’ve just been keeping them safely together in a portfolio. Today I measured a bunch of them and bought a whole bunch of frames. Tomorrow I buy matte board, then Summer and I are having a matte cutting party. Such good stuff waiting to adorn our walls. I’ve got two drawings from Angela, a cool-ass chicken print from Imin, and some tiny showcase pieces from Lisa Solomon and Marci Washington, to name a few.
I’ve been thinking about pieces I was working on, pieces I started, new ideas, old ideas, just thinking a lot. Last week ended kind of weird, no feeling of doneness, so today I’m trying to get into the mode. I can’t really believe my job is over and it’s time to start focusing on my art now. It seems like a dream that I might wake up from at any moment. The last few months, I had no energy for anything other than my day job, sleeping and eating. Now I have potentially 4 weeks to get going on some ideas before the baby arrives.
I checked in on my sewing meet up group, a group I love, but one that I never seem to be able to get to. I’m going this week. I’m going to get going on lots of things. Get my mind thinking about art again, it seems like it’s been so long. I’m pulling out some favorite books. My painting studio in the basement is still full of boxes, but I’m starting to feel a glimmer of hope that it will soon be unburied. Tom says it isn’t as bad as it looks. Easy for him to say, those boxes are full of unfinished paintings. I need to make painting racks and go through my art supply boxes. It feels like a mountain.
So… deep sigh of relief for being done with my web developer job, and a big inhale as I leap off that cliff into the unknown.