Continuing to regularly post this paintings and drawings - sending my work out into the cyber ether - is a large part of my studio practice. Right now, in fact, with this latest episode of depression I was not able to do anything other than my little sketchbooks.
I started this blog (hate that word) - this Painter's Journal to move me into developing a more rigorous and conscious practice. And I suppose it is in a very slow way. Or maybe its the analysis, or maybe its the medicine, or maybe its the love of a good woman. Who knows. I find myself thinking of what to post, what I will use for a title and, especially, I wonder, "does anyone look at this crap? If they do why don't they respond in some way? What the Fuck??'
It feels lonely but important to me. So I continue. By keeping this journal I am talking to myself, to the artist in me and I am saying, "Come on! You can do it! Keep working. Keep trying."
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