The Department of the Drama; or “wasn’t this supposed to be an art blog?”

April was a cruel month indeed. I travelled round trip from West Coast to East Coast three times, in three consecutive weeks, with no more than two days between flights. That’s what one does when all the places where one might be spending the next several years extend invitations to visit, but in the most inopportune sequence possible. When I wasn’t in the airport or on a shuttle, I did get to see some lovely things – the header for this category is a find from deliciously gothic Yale. (I also saw their Gutenberg Bible, and Ralph Nader. Make of that juxtaposition what you will.)

Those who read this blog regularly may remember that I sold my house and put everything into storage the last week of March. My plan was to get back to civilization (and sushi). In fact, I’m already in a civilized location, though it’s only temporary. If April’s vicissitudes are any indication, it’s going to be a bumpy road. I’m not at my best, which is unfortunate, because on May 1 I had to finalize some major decisions about the next four years of my life. . . I hope I made the right choices. I know I’m going to be on the East Coast by September, but I’ll feel calmer when everything is completely settled.

Anyway, now that some of my personal Drama is out of the way, I AM going to paint! I swear, I am. In fact, I’m actually inspired to execute some large mixed media work that’s been percolating for a year and a half. I need materials from storage (clothes trumped Art when I loaded my car last time) so I’m going to have to drive a few hundred miles to get them. But such are the demands of Art. And fortunately Art does give back. It’s the best form of self-medication, with the possible exception of running. Between Art, running, and my four best friends (you & your phone bills know who you are), I may still be sane by September. Stay tuned!