It is a quiet evening. I am in the study having just returned from taking the oldest daughter back to college. Wifey and youngest daughter are safe, warm and sleeping. The lethargy/depression of the past few weeks seems to finally be lifting. I actually slept last night. Just a few nights ago I was up at 3:45 a.m. wide awake.
Today I was in the yard with my daughter painting one of my old sculptures and constructing a new one in the front yard. I wonder what the neighbor will think of that. I've been watching the Ovation channel on TV and they have some very interesting shows about artists (thankfully) outside the mainstream “ART” world who do some of the same type stuff I’ve done over the years. I’ve made mobiles and sculptures out of coat hangers and other assorted wire, I’ve made sculptures out of post-it notes and cardboard, I’ve painted several decent painting (my wife loathes one of them and it is doomed to living behind the door), I have made a piece that tries the bridge the gap between painting and story telling, I’ve taken lots of photos and I’ve done a little writing. I guess seeing these other artists and how they are treated with respect shone a little light into my dim brain. Forgive me if it sounds like I’m boasting. I’ve always felt a need to create and it just manifests itself in many ways.
Too late to write more but next up will be, Lord I believe. Forgive my unbelief.