Hallo ducks! Writing from “the cube” ya know. Going to be here another week. Two weeks has turned into 9 weeks. YES, they love me THAT much. Heh. Just kidding. They are THAT busy, and I don’t suck too bad at what I do I suppose.
Hey, guess what? My finger feels good! I am typing and everything. Altho I have managed to make it so that my ring finger never touches the keys. It is all good as long as I don’t press things. And oh how I adore pressing buttons…but not that kind. Never mind. But I am doing my exercises. I have a little stress ball right next to me that I occasionally remember to squeeze. Heh. I have to squeeze balls to get my hand better. Heh. Yes, I am like, twelve.
So I am in a interesting place right now work wise. (Not talking literally, the beige cube is SO interesting. Soon I am getting one of those VISION posters with a mountainscape… But I digress.) I have art in a gallery in New Orleans RIGHT NOW. Major life goal accomplished. And I have a series I want to do that I think would sell off the walls as opposed to commissioned work. And i want to get my art into a gallery here in Atlanta as well. Now of course I adore my commissions, but creating art that sells to anyone, not just to a particular dog owner is well, a pretty cool concept. And I am working full time for a while longer. And I have 7 commissions that need to get done PRONTO. They are late. And I hate LATE. Well I hate delivering late, I apparently don’t hate late that much cause I get to places LATE like ALL.THE.TIME. I try to use the flakey artist excuse as often as I can, but delivery my art late is just not accepotable and never has been. So this is killing me. Which means this weekend I am holing myself up in the studio and painting until I can’t paint no mo. And I am thinking all this is a lot on my plate. Cause oh, buy the way, I’m a mom. Which takes a bit of my time here and there too. Do you believe those kids want me to cook for them AND spend time with them playing… I KNOW! ;)And I need to focus. Sooo. I am thinking about creating a new site that focus on me as an artist. My gallery work. My new series, and for a little while not accepting commissions. Ya know, go on haitus but without the pay. I can’t live with the guilt of late commissions, but yet do not have the time for it all. Something has to give. The dilemma I know I will encounter though, is my inability to say, “No.” If someone calls me for a commission, am I REALLY going to say no? Can I actually tell them I am not painting commissions until August? Or will I do what I always do, and say, “Well don’t tell anyone else, but just this one time…” to EVERYONE.
Sigh. I need to decide. Because I am all over the place. And there are paintings in my head that need a place to be born and find a home and they are starting to make a lot of noise in this here brain of minee and have I told you how cluttered my brain already is? Oh, wait, if you read this, you already KNOW. So that is my conundrum. My question, my query, my poser. Hmmm. Decsion time is coming. I will let you know. Oh why oh why does that giant bag of money not just FALL FROM THE SKY ALREADY???