I have no idea what to write today, to be honest yesterday's post took a lot out of me. Sometimes I have less spoons than usual, today is one of those days.
Okay, so one of the big challenges to being a young artist is how to make connections, I hate to say it but my school SUCKED at helping us connect with people who were established, people who might be able to help us out now that we're blindly feeling our way through life. I am not only lost, but I am bumping into things and it hurts. I wish I knew how to talk to gallery owners, how to determine if it is a gallery you should talk to, if showing in a gallery is even the answer now that the internet exists and all art forms are slowly becoming less relevant because some 12 year old with photoshop can do it better and for less money. Okay that may have been a bit of an exaggeration, but the panic is real.
I feel like I've been given the car, the drivers license, and a tank of gas, but no money, no map and no address to where I'm supposed to be in two hours. So yeah, lost. Instead of pounding the pavement I'm frozen like an opossum hoping that the huge eighteen wheeler with the government loan program logo on it decides to hit the breaks before it crushes me. That was a lot of travel similes and I am sorry, I also have a bit of cabin fever because NOTHING IS FREE. I wake up a lot of mornings thinking "what the fuck did I do, why wasn't I good at math?"
At the moment I'm grateful to be having a bit of an artistic surge of energy, although blogging and podcast planning weren't exactly in the post grad plans, but hey whatever facilitates making more art is good in my book.
I could settle for a compass that points to a spot somewhere in between the place where I want to be and a place where I might be happy. You know, point me in a direction that could be the right one if I ignore it at the last second and pick a different direction. That would be good, at least then I would get within 50 miles and I could probably figure it out from there.
That's all I've got today friends