|Photo by Michael D-L Jordan. 2011.|
It would be difficult to recount all the things that have happened over the last year or so.
I could write for ages and never, ever give a full account of the craziness, wonderfulness, cry-till-you-throw-up-ness of the whole thing.
So. The gallery supports itself. I teach art during the week. I adore my family.
I will be 46 years old this month. I've begun for the first time to write in a journal on a regular, but not daily, basis. This works very well to get rid of the stress and also I seem to remember that I have actually written a to-do list in there. For a time in my life, I felt for some reason that keeping everything in separate journals was the "pure" way to do things. A journal for quotes and a journal for sketches and a journal for the daily stuff. The reality is that does not work and I can't remember to keep everything divided up, so it all goes into one and I separate it out every couple of weeks as the mood strikes me.
When I say separateI mean I highlight and scribble and pick out the good stuff to use for the gallery, or an art lesson, or a sculpture. The rest is rubbish, but it's good to know there are usable ideas roaming around in my head.
The journal mentioned returning to the blog. That is a usable idea. I warn you that while I am equipped with a camera phone and the need to do good in the world, both remain a little blurry and undefined.
Here is what I know:
I can post knowledgeable information about art tools and techniques, stories about running a gallery, instructions for messy school art projects and TMI about my personal art path.