I've been without a studio space for months now. And the artlessness of my life is getting to me. So, slowly getting back into the swing of things with some cards and just making things.
I'm using a single box to work out of. It sounds like torture when you consider the scads of goodies in storage and the sprawling nature of my previous work. Somedays it feels like torture because I can't open a drawer and drool over the various bottles of inks in a double rainbow of colors. But it does force me to be focused on the art and not the goodies.
Oh yeah. That was a nod to growth ops. I hate them. I really loved being in my own little world trying to find the next drool-worthy project drenched with color and meaning. But I was in my own little world. I was getting too safe and too stagnant. Granted the past year and a half has been the most painful in terms of social awkwardness and identity of any year in recent history, rivaling the Angst-ridden middle school years. But I am learning.
I don't know what the future will bring. I am hoping that the next couple of months shows a path to settling in with a new circumstance. But that depends on wether or not my personal network is as reliable as it appears or if this too will be another growth op that leaves me in tears.
But I am at least making stuff. That is a good sign.
