The New Motivation

I don't even want to know how long it's been since my last entry. I don't even want to promise how I'll try to update more. I'm not even going to make too much of an effort due to the my terrible terrible neglect with this blog. So. I'll just say this.

I am painting again. I've been painting for a bit at least 3 times a week... and I slowly see that increase, roughly an hour or two each time. It's a start. Soon, I'm hoping to start printmaking again. The bonus of working at a frameshop... gotta love how someone's trash is another's treasure. I love how I get this frames that are made, just slightly injured... I think how I can try to fix them up and then using scrap pieces of matboards to paint on BAM instant artwork put into a frame. Course, I can't save too much stuff... I don't have the space. But damn, I miss making my own things to work... Instead, just to keep me painting, I've taken to cheap ready stretched and gessoed canvas... thankfully I've learned to work with it... build up the surface. They'll do. I buy the occasional raw piece... but then I'm left of the question: how will I stretch it? Damn I want a saw. Cheap right? Yes. But I want a miter saw. Though honestly, I should just be old fashioned and use an old traditional saw... worth a shot right? bah.

In other minor news: I submitted to a print show and got in. More on at a later date. I submitted a painting for a show. Didn't get in. I was pretty bummed about that... but with that rejection has led me to become determined to enter that particular show every year until I'm in. This is my new motivation: the fact I can get in to one, and rejected to another.

Also, there's nothing like a huge setback, a family issue, something heartbreaking to give you a new motivation to be better, to be stronger, to be become something greater than ever imaginable--- insert evil voice. No. Greater in a good way, I promise. But of course, that's why I have my art, to lay everything out. I have my goals. I want grad school. I WANT IT. So I'll get it. Eventually. For now, a layer has dried and I need to finish this much belated Christmas present and find out what the hell to paint on this other canvas... hmm... I'm thinking some kind of organ... fun stuff.

23 and finding Confidence.

Today, I promise, I fully intended to paint. I also fully intended to blog more. But I don't. Mostly, it's the struggle to balance life. The job. The friends. The hangout place. The boyfriend etc. Everything but the first one, if anything, give me life, make me feel alive. Why? There's not a lot of thinking to it. In fact, they are the encouragement. The job. Is tiring. I love it, well, I like it, it's a job related to my field. I have a good day, and I have bad day. So does every one else in the world. I'm thankful to have this job, and I really like the people I work with. However, being on one's feet for most of the day, and working, leaves one tired, and just wanting to relax. And I really believe there is no shame in that, in relaxing. But the real work is now.

I got a raise, and doing my best to have a good sense of confidence at work. Dunno what it was, but I'm starting just to accept mistakes, not try too hard, and still do my overall best. I feel secure that I have a job that will help to pay off student loans. That is now safe. But now the real work is to apply for shows, paint more, look into grad schools, make more work. Of course, the challenge is that I am trying to change my style, become more abstract but still get my vision across. It's tough.

Not to have a cutesy moment, but it helps having a good support system a.k.a. a boyfriend who has become a best friend who wants to see me succeed, who wants me to paint, and who understands when I need my "me-time" to paint and create. Even if he does not understand, it sill helps a lot. Course, I don't know jack about finance, so it's an even trade.

In the mean time, I should blog more, paint more, practice drawing more, and slowly really get out there. I can do this. I need to do this. To live. I can do long periods of time without drawing, but barely a week without painting before a depression sets in, and that need kicks in. le sigh. I got this. I know I do. But I just got to work work work, and know that all good things, do in fact, come with time.

A Successful Artist

Getting a Twitter was perhaps a fantastic idea. Through it I was able to check out this ARTICLE and learn that Jenny Saville is having a show in NYC with a new body of work related to pregnancy. I am incredibly inspired to work today... but not framing, work as in PAINTING. It does make me happy to wake up every morning and seeing a painting in the works on a shitty easel, and another painting almost completed leaning against the wall. Even more so, I'm excited by the idea of starting a new piece today as well. I should draw more today. Clean up my room a bit more. Listen to music. Maybe watch a movie when I eat lunch or something. Who know.

In all honestly, I have learned that having a full time job leaves you tired, even if you love it. I'm just blessed to continue to work with my hands, and learn various things that I can change with presenting my own work, etc. I feel for now, this is good for me. I am indeed struggling, I'm barely out of college, etc. and I know that I need to attend gallery openings, and the only thing blocking my path is fear of rush hour traffic, fear of getting lost. It's just really something I need to get over with. In fact, if it's one thing to keep me from being successful is my own fear of being successful.

I did apply to one show before the deadline, and I leave it to fate if it made it... further if I even get in. At least I know for that I tried, and that's what matters. now. I sleep at night knowing I tried. I do not yet have the ability to get my own studio away from my apt. That's a someday thing. Honestly, at this time, the best thing I can do is work, start paying back student loans when the time comes, and work on my art when I can and accept being happy. Within a year I will be applying for grad school, hopefully, and likely rejected, all with hopes to apply again and get in to one, and really explore my art, myself, really get myself out there. And after that, who knows. In the mean time, I have to balance everything in my life. So goes the life of being... an adult... with a deep hearted passion for art.

September Adulthood

This is the first time in my life I am not in school in the month of Sept (with the exception of those first 2 years of life) and what I am doing instead? I am thankfully working an art related job full-time at a local frameshop that I love. Yay being able to say bye bye to retail! However, I have learned that trying to be an artist with a full time job is  definitely harder than I expected, and hell, being an adult is def more difficult for me. I used to wonder what kind of paint I was going to get with my paycheck... now I have to consider the typical things I had in school, rent, electric, internet, water, etc... but now I have car--- that means gas, car payment, a balance for groceries, and soon student loans.

Permission to freak out now? Given I am blessed that I am an only child, and my parents currently help me with my car payment. It helps I am also awaiting payments from two paintings I have sold, as well as hoping a friend will buy one of the pieces she housesit, and I am still considering selling my best piece to a friend. I applied back in July for my first art show in the Dallas area... and I didn't get in. A part of me figured I wouldn't, but effort for trying eh? Now my professor sent invites to a few other art shows that I should really apply for. It's just nerve racking. What's worse is that I have to force myself to make my art, though I have ideas. The ideas are all in my head and slowly being put down on paper, but motivation is def a need I've come to realize. I need to set goals, and meet them. I need to make work, problem is, working with your hands for 8 hours a day does indeed become exhausting, and I end up wanting more sleep.

Oh. Add the fact I am also trying to have the life I was never fully able to have in my hometown. I am slowly but surely working towards having a balance between work, art, friends, a relationship, and potentially a pet. I know it will all come together, I know life is going really well, same time, I'm discovering much of this has all become a huge weight on my shoulders.... how will I make my own stretcher bars, canvas, etc? I lack so many valuable tools, and I find that my parents don't take me serious when I ask for specific tools.

I think this is just part of my life though that I REALLY have to get used too: I am a young female first generation college student who is DEF the oddball in the family. I have the drive to be successful, but I also realize I need a break, I need to make sure I want to pursue, and I do. Honestly, I can feel the onset of painting and other artistic nightmares keeping me up at night... good thing I do have a day off tomorrow... I fully intend to work on a painting I started months ago, and come up with multiple sketches. I will find time to make this all work...in the mean time... I honestly morn academia... and miss the art village immensely... but sadly...

this is all part of growing up.

It's August, Do You Know Where Your Starving Artist Is?

It's August. A month ago I moved back to Dallas to start a life, a life I wanted free from other expectations and free from the norm that I am used to. Basically, I moved to have a chance at life, one where I can breathe and not suffocate. The city of Abilene will always be my home, always; however, there is too much history, too many memories, and not a life for me there. In fact, since I've moved back to Dallas, life has been amazingly different if not better.

Within a week I found a part time job at a frameshop, and await more hours if not full time. I quit retail after two days of trying it out, and the lack of communication and time it took for them to accept me as a transfer was just not worth it. Thus, I seek a second job part time until I can get what I really want at the frameshop. I do plan on going to grad school, but I have no clue as to where. This is why I'm working, enjoying life, and as soon as I have the space and get over paint block, I will start working on new work.

I actually need to get active, go to gallery openings, spread my business cards, and apply to shows using my senior work. I'm getting there. It's just taking a while to adjust, given the main thing is making sure I can get by. However, that is getting settled, which means I can start working with the materials I have since my shop lets me take leftover materials that would be thrown in the trash otherwise.

I plan on updating more, and maybe even reworking a few things on this blog and my site. So, as always, I am artistically developing---just in the city that has my heart.

What Happens... Now?

I'm sitting here thinking about what happens now. Really, what does happen now? I graduated from undergrad, that was my goal. But what happens now? Well, today I got my learner's permit, next step is to take the actual driving test (hopefully next week and pass) then get a car. Later this week, I should know if I got the apartment my bestie/roommate and I want. If that all falls into place, emails will be sent out. Career Services will know where I am living and help me find a job in the area, Target will know as well and I can hope to transfer so I have some kind of a job. Then of course move. But what about Art? Of course, I'm hoping to get an art related job... but what else? I'm accomplished going to college and graduating... but what now?

 I've never been one much for lists, but I think this time around, I should be. I should make a list of goals I want to accomplish, especially in Dallas, otherwise what will my life be worth? Waste not. I should apply to shows. I should make more art. So I'm going to fix up this blog. In fact, I'm really going to change it up methinks given I have an actual portfolio site now. I'm going to make a tab with those goals too so you can see whatever progress I can make.

These goals may also become more life goals as well. I may even set a time limit for them. So to give just an idea of what kind of goals I'm thinking, I'll post the first one because I should be able to make it out to this month's Artwalk, though it'll be Carwalk, and hopefully make my presence, and just try to leave some info before I leave this town.

1. Solo Show in Hometown - Abilene, TX

And here's some music for your ears:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v-NFrV7-jqE

Waiting for Paint to Dry

I've graduated. Woot. Don't get me wrong, it's an extremely exciting thing, and I'm very proud of myself for what I've accomplished... but, graduating meant transition, graduating meant leaving school, away from a press, away from research materials, leaving a studio, and turning in keys. This is indeed a very exciting transition. I'm home for awhile until I move back to Dallas (End of June/July), and until then, it's a mesh of unpacking belonging, tossing out unnecessary things, then organizing and packing things for the move back. I've been trying to do this before I go back to work this week, but I'm very slow at it because I've been trying to relax after a very long, stressful, but exciting and accomplishing semester.

However, within only a few days of getting home, I needed to work. I started to do all this organizing/packing in order to make space to paint. After a week, I finally had somewhat of a space to start new work, but it is so cramped. There is disorganization, but at least I'm used to working on the floor. I am learning to make do with what I have. I have no choice. Just as I have feared, I may in fact be a workaholic. I think maybe only a day after orals I had to paint something, just a lil something, and I did. To go without painting is simply to not live for me. I can only go a few days without it, like water, before I start to get really antsy.

Paint nightmares happen, not in a happy mood, etc. Is this what it means to be a legit painter? An artist? I don't know. I'm only 22. If I use my time wisely, maybe I will learn to answer those questions, and even greater ones. I think the acrylic paint is dry now. I think I should go pick up a brush.

On a final note, Ladytron is great paint/art making music.