I've been making more work. So far, so good. Now I just have to keep it up. That's the hard part. Reaching inside and flogging the beast so stamina doesn't wane. Seems I have a thing for yellow background paint on canvas. Color of sunshine? Not really. Something about it is both jarring and nostalgic. At least for me. A blue piece is slowly simmering. I need to get on that shit. It's very watery, naturally. The Pixies just came on the radio. That's nice. I should listen to the Pixies and paint.
Still no job. Eventually the other shoe has got to drop, doesn't it? I hope I'm not being too picky with what I apply for. I applied for 7 or 8 jobs of a wide variety (but mostly admin. oriented) this week. Maybe I'll get some responses next week. Things are slow on the West Coast. I'm used to snap your fingers speed decisiveness. It's a paradigm shift I am gradually getting used to. I like it, but it doesn't help to pay the bills. Once I have money to sit on my ass and drink coffee and beer in all these hip joints, I will. Gotta get the funds first however. Always a catch.
I am pretty sure I'll be driving to drop off some work next week at a gallery on the Oregon Coast. They're having an open call for submissions and the curator is the assistant curator of prints and drawings at the PAM. You never know. It's a bit of a drive, almost 2 hrs. but it will be our first real view of the Pacific. Damn the cold, and damn the expense, we need a day trip! Cranking the radio and seeing the sites.
Okay. Enough of this. Need to go turn the space heater on in the studio and get cracking while the light is still pretty good.
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