I’m a bit high this morning. BC and I had a great talk last night, after seeing the incredible Wallace and Grommit: The Curse of the Wererabbit with Reese and laughing our furry white tails off. It seems that we’ve both been a bit down, he from not working, me from lack of forward momentum and the tedium of having to spread the cost of production of the work for my New York and San Francisco shows next year over months and months to avoid going into debt. We tend to shift responsibility for each other’s happiness on the other, and neglect looking after ourselves and then get resentful when things get frustrating. Is that codependence? Avoidance therapy? Anyway, we reached a new level of communication and have squeezed our way past another barrier to a deeper commitment. Realizing that Chris wasn’t the one who was making me unhappy, it occured to me that I haven’t produced anything new this year, well, of substance, and maybe that had something to do with it. Well, it’s like I fell into the pot and am floating in delicious stew of ideas. I feel a need to work with the single image. I’ve printed four new single-image works for the New York show, and really like them and want to do more. I have a great idea that won’t get me into any man trouble, that addresses the male form directly and abstractly, but with no abstract imagery, or the male form either. Puzzled? Stay tuned.
Tales of Post-Twinkie Ennui