Fears I have:
â?¢ I won’t get the book deal and I’ll be up shit creek for money. I could really use a book advance right about now.
â?¢ I will get the book deal and it will break me into little pieces
â?¢ Art school will put me in large amounts of debt
â?¢ Art school will further disillusion me about art and it’s purpose on this planet
â?¢ I will go back to being a website production monkey after blowing my wad on art school
â?¢ My art is stupid and pointless
And actually, if that’s all I’m worried about, I’d say I’m doing pretty good. It’s normal to be confused about art, because, well, it’s confusing. I may never resolve that and I’m fine with that. I have my good days and bad days. What’s a little debt when it’s gotten through higher education. Money to live off of? I’ll figure it out. I’m resourceful.
me: why can’t we just live in a hut or something? Why do things have to be so complicated?
tom: you’d have trouble finding some place to plug in your sidekick.
me: yeah, well, I could run an extension chord.
And on an even brighter note, looks like someone is buying the whale and squid painting, and even happier, I think it’s the person that the painting was made for. She’s a marine biologist that fell in love with it at last year’s open studios. I’m so happy, but I will be so sad to let it go. I do think it’s a great painting.