My absence here signifies things of both the good and bad nature. Since I'm feeling a bit dark (que surprise!) I'll start with the bad. My studio practice is constantly trying to get itself up and running. It's like an old dog that wants very badly to be full of energy and get up and go, but tires out all too quickly. I'm used to working in fairly intense spurts, bad I did have hopes that after all this time spent in school and spent in my head- that the work would start to unfurl itself in a more consistent manner. It's not that I am at a loss for what comes next, but rather I'm having a hard time committing to that which needs must be done. I'm puttering around making solid work, when the good and meaty stuff that needs to get cooking is constantly being bantered around in my head but is yet to manifest itself in the flesh. Finding work (i.e. paying employment) continues to be a nasty bit of a reality check that I'm quite sure is hindering my artistic aspirations. Money is the devil if ever there was one.

On that cheery note I'll switch gears to the good. I managed to apply for 2 teaching positions which I may have some hope in hell of getting. My background aligns well with the set-up and philosophies of both schools, but will my lack of any serious experience rule me out? Nothing to do but wait and see on that front. At the very least my applications are getting to be more impressive, which I guess is that whole progress track I'm supposed to be chugging along on. Interestingly enough I got an e-mail just now saying one of the schools received my application and will be contacting me at the end of the month. A good omen? Perhaps. After being inundated with polite and enthusiastic rejection letters from every school I applied to for this past yr., I am starting to shrug off (more or less) the no-noNONONOssss I keep getting. It's not the rejection so much as it is the lack of any opportunity to prove myself. I just need one small, tiny opening to present itself and I promise cross my heart and hope to die die die, that I will be a magnifico employee that is revered and adored and gets the shit done. I just need a yes. Just one. Though I wouldn't refuse a couple. Also on the good front, I'll be showing at a relatively new intimate space on Alberta St. in mid summer 2007. My time slot is a pretty plum one, and though it's not a show at Liz Leach, it will most certainly do nicely. Anything to get people to see the work in a serious way. I appreciate that coffee shops and restaurants are not created equal, and that showing at these venues can be profitable and good in general, but it's not for me. I'm too ambitious and snooty. It's not even worth pretending that I'm otherwise. It's not that I don't think other people should jump on this particular venue bandwagon, but that it's not wise for me. If I can get into the Whitney Biennial in the next 5-10 yrs. I'll be a happy camper. I dream big, so I guess I've got to be ready for big failure. I know it all goes hand in hand. No pain no gain. Nothing ventured nothing lost. All that crap. I also entered a video piece into a show about repetition and ritual. I haven't heard their verdict yet, but I'll be hoping for the best. At the end of the day that's about all that I've got to hold on to.