Writer's block

The post line is a bit misleading. I am not a writer, but I am having trouble coming up with a statement describing where I am now with my work. It's for an small exhibition at the place I went to college.
Looking around at my small studio-which is really a converted bedroom in our apartment- might have depressed me a few years ago. However, the reality of what it is to produce art in a city- or an adjacent suburb now- looks exactly like what I have. I am making work and showing at least a few times a year and that makes me happy.
Well, do I go with what I have here or compose a jargon filled account? Why am I even asking this question? I hate that kind of pretentiousness.
This is one of those instances I'm glad nobody reads this thing.

Damn technology

Talking last night to Caleb (Weintraub-guy I know from grad school), he recommended a book called "The Shallows". After having read the first few pages I feel as though I should be wary of what changes any technology, old or new, may have upon me and my ability to think. Is it overreaction? I don't know. But just like many other things in my life, I worry.

Two upcoming shows, I hope

I'm trying to get my work sent out to Denison University for an Alumni show this week. Shipping can be pricey, but I'd like to be in the show. Also hoping to get my work included in a fund raising show for Meredith Winer's Transit residency. Not sure how I might feel if my works sells. It took me a year to complete and I really like the painting. BUT I really like what Meredith is trying to do starting this residency.

Workin'! I am so glad to get back into the studio. Starting to get past my apprehensiveness. What am I so afraid of anyway?

Trying to work

It's been difficult to get in the studio since moving in to the new place. Lots to stuff to do during the day: getting the apartment management company to fix things that should have been in good shape when we moved it, cleaning up, unpacking (still), looking for jobs. I know that sometimes I've used these chores as an excuse for not getting the artwork done. I have been able to do some collage work in the meantime though. I just wish that I could get my stuff together enough to start painting in earnest again and finish the Iggy piece. I've got commissions to do as well. There's no shortage of things to do, just a shortage of energy I suppose.

Storms

It might seem that the strong thunderstorms that are now striking for the second time today have nothing to do with artwork. I'd be inclined to agree. But setting up a studio with lightening strikes and thunderclaps meant keeping on task was difficult.

Moved in (partially)

After two months of searching, calling, waiting, packing, and overall being stressed out, Meg and I are in a new apartment in Evanston. Hopefully I will have soon transferred all of my painting items from my old studio to the one set up in the second bedroom of our new place. It is significantly smaller, but there's no commute and I don't have to pack a lunch.