Ok, I’m not dead but I’m also not here.
With any luck, I’m away on a road trip spending some time with my internet friend, Nichola, who runs Pixie Hill Studios.
We met online a few years ago and finally met in person last year. It wasn’t strangers meeting, but old friends catching up in person. It was awesome.
We agreed not to murder each other to death, and then proceeded to drink and craft and eat for 3 days and two nights.
This is the kind of friendship everyone needs. No drama. No sadness. Just tomfoolery and unfortunate glitter accidents.
Being an artist can be very isolating. I used to love the time alone, painting or working and just getting things done. In the last two years, once I decided to flip my life upside down, it’s like I changed too. From the inside out.
I no longer thrive by myself. I need to work in groups and get outside. Road trip. Teach. Whatever.
And I finally acknowledge that sitting here in my studio by myself isn’t working. Shit neighbors aside, the isolation is slowing killing me.
So right now, I road trip. Because serious silliness is in order. When I get back, hopefully I’ll have some classes lined up and ideas on where to go from here.
But glitter and silliness first