First, I have been working, making new art and finishing old pieces that are lingering in my studio. I currently have 6(!) works in progress within view. (I read books the same way - several novels, audio books, short stories at the same time.)
Second, I have been ruminating on some big decisions regarding my work. Here are just some:
- Should I branch out and show some other work NOT done in colored pencil?
- Is it time to switch media to more oil (i.e., more money)?
- Should I stay in my art coop or is it time to move on?
- Should I attempt to show my work at other galleries?
- While wanting to teach colored pencil and drawing classes, how will it negatively eat away at my studio time (which is SO precious).
- What other avenues are available to me as an artist?
Those are just a few things mulling over in my head - constantly. Yes, I could probably do all of the above; but I want to do whatever I choose very, very well. (Oh, the curse of the Virgo perfectionist!) And, how will I do all of these things while juggling many, many other family responsibilities. (Unlike Maggie Stiefvater, whom I admire SO much, I am not the Queen of the World or Super Girl; I know my mortal limitations.)
So you see, I have been pondering some big changes and that brings up number 3.
Third, whenever I am faced with big changes (the biggest for me is leaving the co-op), I can spiral into the abyss of depression. Long family history topped with the fragile ego of a creative spirit is a legacy I have dealt with for all of my adult life. It is a fact of my life, albeit a sometimes shameful one (why do we continue to perpetuate this!), and I know will probably never just disappear. So, once in a while I "go under" and eventually emerge.
So here I am emerging.
This drawing I just completed last night and it suits my current mood perfectly: intact but fragile. Here is "Fragile Hold", colored pencil on 8 x 10 Ampersand pastel board.