Just two weeks ago nothing was happening with my work. There were stacks of paintings lined up like soldiers in my studio, just waiting. Nothing scheduled. Nothing happening. And I thought I might never paint again anyway. Now, as of this afternoon, three large crates of paintings are on their way to the Harbour Gallery in Toronto, I have a three person exhibit, with Wayne Boucher and Susan Feindel, scheduled for March 18 at the Agnes Bugera Gallery in Edmonton, Alberta and an exhibit to open April 28 in Switzerland at the Halde Galerie in Widen, just outside of Zurich.
I love those times when nothing is happening. That blank space where anything is possible. Of course if nothing happens always than nothing more happens and that happens to be not good (considering that I need to have something happen at some point in order to continue working, to be able to buy art supplies, to be able to have people see the work, which is, after all, why I do it). Not having specific deadlines does not affect my working habits. I just keep painting. Now I am glad to clear some space, some physical space, so that I can make more paintings.
Although my house is back to order, more or less, I just found my studio shoes today (the ones that I use in my studio, the ones that look like a Jackson Pollack painting). So much stuff still to sort through and put away. I think it will take months. If I could only bring myself to dedicate another day to cleaning up, maybe I could do it. But I�d rather paint.
Posted by leya at January 12, 2005 03:56 PM