Going Public

Cleaned up the "computer room"/"studio". I'm excited over the possibility of sending paintings to my friend in Austin. In any case, I feel like my gears are shifting towards "getting something out". I am not interested in commissioned work. I can't seem to do *anything*, not even a little fairy for Kaley, when I am asked to.

To break the ice, I think I would want to do a series of abstracts. I'd prefer to frame them by hand and pass them along to somebody else who'd take over, and who would enjoy the whole process. I would prefer them to be bought in person with little preconception. I'd prefer people to buy them solely because the painting strikes them a certain way, and they really want it, under no compulsion. And I'd prefer to not get crazy on prices, but offer a good deal to somebody who stumbles on one. On my side, I'd like to back up the purchase with not only verve, but theory, knowledge... offering something authentic despite it maybe looking thrown together.

Yesterday, somebody wrote me saying something about this abstract I did. Turns out, they were reading more into it than I intended. But it was cool. I stood back and looked as an impartial observer, and said, "He's right. Wow." It was almost like the painting stood back and said, "I'm on my own now." And it seemed natural, like it was time.

If I had a gift, I'd want to share it like that, because that is where I find meaning. With hoarding, there's a lot of dust. I'm to the point where *maybe* I am beginning to see the first signs of the balance tipping from a pretty much private affair to a need to see something get out and make its way. Otherwise, I am fairly sure this whole art thing will collapse as quickly as it expanded.