I find it's a little nerve-wracking, you know, to have an exhibition for which there is no clearly defined plan. It's a case of going into the space and seeing what I can make in a week...
... a week during which I'll also be teaching an art class, working a shift at the store, meeting with the printer about a new catalogue for the next G9 exhibition.
How I wish I could have the whole week uninterrupted! No classes, no meetings, no customers! Visions of getting into a meditative contemplative relaxed place from which to create this installation, this murkily perfect form in my head; to create something magnificent.
But, no. There is always life which never stands still. And perhaps that's a good thing... compressed moments of contemplative imagination are more precious and so more keenly appreciated, and this gives the art - and the life - its power.
As they say: " Join the club." It's a pretty good club, all things considered.
Thanks for reading, and wish me luck!
