This is a big month. I will be participating in a group show at the end of the month. And I haven’t had much beyond some lousy screen prints on display in quite some time. I’m nervous. And hoping I don’t blow it.
I frequently dream that I’ve figured out how to draw something perfectly (a hand… the posture of a slumping woman… an orca whale popping up for air) and when I wake up I run to my sketchbook to flesh out my night time fantasies. Despite how sincere and logical the practice was in dreamworld, reality fails me over and over. This is why I worry about the show. In my head all of the pieces are already perfect.
JUST LOOK AT THAT HAND!