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My lack of caloric intake is getting the better of me, I think.
Also the scotch.
Melancholy when I should be doing pirouettes!
About to take on the rental of the adjacent apartment this week. Combining the two spaces will give me the ability to convert my present living room and kitchen into drawing and painting studios; Giving me for the moment, along with my present studio, three spaces to work in.
The absolute plus of these new spaces is two fold . They’ll be where I live and I have always dreamed of a space solely devoted to drawing.
In the past I have spent so much of my time (life) away from the studio. Turning it into a second tier interest. A hobby really. Haven’t lived with my work since the nineties. Finally admitting how “un-moored” I’ve been since then. If I can’t work daily I take on the persona of the disgruntled, stuck walking dead man. Going through the motions of living and being “interesting”. Engaging.
Instead I compensate; With reading and films and food and of course teaching,
Teaching. A tour guide through creativity.
Thinking. Thinking and more thinking. Thinking, as if that could possibly make up for not making art. The pornography of disengagement.
Well that shits over. It’s now or the inevitable never. If I don’t bring my work to the center of my being again I’m not sure how any of this will play out.
When I'm focused-Without the fear of hubris I know how good I can be.

So. My loves. I mean that by the way. You honor me by your interest . Wish me luck.
I promise soon, within the next few weeks to have a decent digital camera to show my work as I make it.