I pick up my work from SAM today and the crazy run of this show comes to an end. It is bittersweet; one the one hand I've achieved something I thought was decades away and yet I question whether my career is altered even minutely from the experience. I remain an unknown in SC; a place still trying to wrap its head around Modern art, much less contemporary art. I sometimes think post-impressionism is where most people lose their comprehension of art around these parts.
So the studio will be full this afternoon. I'm grappling with a very large 3-panel piece that is giving me logistical problems, and I'm climbing out of the Winter paralysis and lockout. As I re-enter the studio after nearly 3 months of restricted access, I suppose I question the point. All this time and money and energy spent; for what? For whom? And while there is a freedom in the fact that no one is watching and I may do as I please, there is also the discouragement in knowing that my game is so much higher than most of what I see around me; and yet is goes unseen.
And still I keep going.
The large painting is something I have to paint for me. I hope to return to the stations once I complete it. I may have to rebuild the stretcher frames as I cannot seem to correct the warping of one seam. It's frustrating and time-consuming but not unforeseen. With my wife's show opening next weekend, I cannot imagine being able to get much done this week.
The warmer nights are coming, however. I'll be back in full swing soon.
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