I'm running late, don't worry.

I've been living the family life these last years. Hunkered down in schedules, supporting aging parents, work for $$, school year rhythms and a little skiing. so necessarily trying to live down or dial back the inner narcissist. At some point along the way when my daughter was about 5 or 6, I realized that there just was not enough time in the day. An essential ingredient, time. A number of artist friends with family had given up on their projects. (Or, honestly, showed work that was more place-keeper or resume padding, than generative.) Studio days gave way to stolen hours. Regular trips to NYC, adequate supplies budget, all became lesser not greater (aka banging ones head on a wall or the gates.) But, in that part of the game, epic amounts of time to complete grant apps, huge time for minor steps to promotion never get easier. So at some point I clearly remember just saying, I'm not going to try to keep up that stuff, the resume entries grants shows. I just went fallow while I showed some if randomly. But what emerged perfectly instead was a love of an emily dickinson mode. That is, getting on the with it alone, radio silence, incognito, solo, without anxiety about getting it out. People coming to see the work? For sure, little home shows for friends. But a romanticizing of it as a sort of gift moment. And the realization that there is a euphoria from a show easily switches out for the plateaus of the studio. And that the "there" became here. Just my universe of family work and friends on Lucile street, 98118. Perhaps, (what do you think?) I should find a way to sentimentalize this interlude, for the people who on a professional level of concern (i.e. those who do count lines on the resumes) wondered if i'd gone into the ditch. But, what surprised me, was how easy and comfortable and in some important ways how positively this interlude has gone. You can stop by and see. In fact you are seeing what I've been up to right now. Please, be my guest, take a look. And be sure to let me know what you think, whatever.