It’s Tuesday. Halloween. Hearing from folks who won’t be able to make the opening this coming Saturday. I knew it was going to be tough to get people to show. The holiday season is kicking into high gear. Tack on normal everyday family-friend-other gatherings and availability further constricts. That’s okay. It will be what it will be. In the meantime, I've been focussing on finishing up a few frames for larger paintings made from salvaged mahogany planks from a 1940 Chris Craft Utility named “Spirit” (As in the cheerleading variety, but I choose the soulful meaning as it supports the Jungian Synchronicity references in the titles of most of the work in this exhibit). The bung holes on two of the framed pieces make for interesting character and sanding has been soothing, meditative. Overall, I love the grain of the wood and color brought out by a simple coat of linseed oil. Thirty three pieces of art - monoprints, paintings, and mixed media pieces - and labels are ready to go, which means I have days to fret about stuff like food and wine and other beverages and what types and quantities and... You get the idea. The art is what it is. People will see what they see in it. Or not. However, there must be tasty bits and plenty of them. Here's where I have to remind myself to breathe and that it will be what it will be. See you Saturday? There will be tasty bits.
...In the performance of my work, meaningful coincidence as a phenomenon of energy and my own archetypal symbolism is at work. All I can do is suit up, respond energetically, and continue the search for my own artistic voice.