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First, I'd like to make a formal apology to all 3 readers of this blog that I haven't been writing. This week has been extremely busy and full of emotional turmoil. I know what you are thinking. This bitch is crazy, she is a walking cauldron of emotional turmoil. This time, it was incredibly intense and I was too busy making potentially life or death decisions to find time to blog.
That being said...this week was not so productive, and yet, I still got a good number of things done. I have almost finished 3 paintings, but none of them are completed yet and they are at the awkward stage. Not finished enough to appear alluring and beautiful, but too finished to be mysterious.
This week wasn't a total loss as I've had a few successes. I showed at Art Walk on Thursday, and although I did not sell either of the 2 paintings I showed at the Annex, I did make 2 contacts which will lead to at least two shows in the future, one which will be my first solo show ever.
On Wednesday, however, I was supposed to meet with a gallery director and totally forgot about it. She called several minutes after I was supposed to meet her (two hours from my home, it's not like I could skip out the door and blame it on traffic) and I had to explain that I was nowhere near her, and that I totally forgot about our appointment. I don't know why, but I was chuckling while I was telling her this. It was meant to sound like self deprecating laughter but I think she thought I was patronizing her. Then, the conversation on the phone got totally weird, chock full of awkward pauses. We would both start talking at the same time, then try talking over each other in order to establish dominance and hopefully end the awkwardness, but it resulted in us both using curt tones and practically yelling at each other. I hope that for her, it was at least cathartic. For me, it was painful. Talk about making a killer first impression. However, I wrote an email describing my personal faults (i.e. spaciness, forgetfulness, agoraphobia, obsessiveness, etc etc) and I think she took pity on me because the next day she called and rescheduled. Thanks, God.
Tomorrow I'll finish some paintings and share them.
That being said...this week was not so productive, and yet, I still got a good number of things done. I have almost finished 3 paintings, but none of them are completed yet and they are at the awkward stage. Not finished enough to appear alluring and beautiful, but too finished to be mysterious.
This week wasn't a total loss as I've had a few successes. I showed at Art Walk on Thursday, and although I did not sell either of the 2 paintings I showed at the Annex, I did make 2 contacts which will lead to at least two shows in the future, one which will be my first solo show ever.
On Wednesday, however, I was supposed to meet with a gallery director and totally forgot about it. She called several minutes after I was supposed to meet her (two hours from my home, it's not like I could skip out the door and blame it on traffic) and I had to explain that I was nowhere near her, and that I totally forgot about our appointment. I don't know why, but I was chuckling while I was telling her this. It was meant to sound like self deprecating laughter but I think she thought I was patronizing her. Then, the conversation on the phone got totally weird, chock full of awkward pauses. We would both start talking at the same time, then try talking over each other in order to establish dominance and hopefully end the awkwardness, but it resulted in us both using curt tones and practically yelling at each other. I hope that for her, it was at least cathartic. For me, it was painful. Talk about making a killer first impression. However, I wrote an email describing my personal faults (i.e. spaciness, forgetfulness, agoraphobia, obsessiveness, etc etc) and I think she took pity on me because the next day she called and rescheduled. Thanks, God.
Tomorrow I'll finish some paintings and share them.
