Horoscope

You know that  little horoscope in the morning paper or online?  Well, I read one on my birthday this month that went something like this:  "If you continue going down the same tunnel you risk driving yourself crazy."  I think I know what this means, and it has to do with my work, and I have to spend some time figuring it out.  I have to move forward.  The past few years I, and nearly every artist I know, has had to think up all kinds of strategies for staying involved. 

I have worked through tough times before, and I will again.  But that is not the problem.  The puzzle (more than a  problem) is to bring the work forward into new forms.  Alice, my assistant, went out to talk to the galleries a few months ago.  She is good, just visits.  People are always happy to see her.  She tells me that work framed under glass is not selling well.  I guessed at this, and thought about my own environment.  I prefer something on/in fabric, canvas, clay, paper, wood, bone, stone,  with no glass to isolate..  I look at a computer about as much as I can tolerate.  Looking at, or through glass.  A world so non-physical there , so dead, so frustrating, so empty no matter how many stories, or comments or ideas.

I want real things that get worn, have a patina, that I can touch, like I can touch you.  Things that have aromas, things that give me goose bumps, that fly in the breeze, that get broken, that prove that we live in the moment by changing with our moods.  So there is the first part of solving the puzzle of the tunnel.