Busy is an understatement. No matter how many hours I have been working in the day, I find myself not finishing any one thing. I have moved the studio out of the home officially, and into storage in my mother in laws basement. The floor in the 'previous' studio was refinished and looks beautiful... however, I had painters come to re-paint the room (as this will be my sons new room) and while they were cheap they did not meet my standards with the trim or cut-in work. I worked last night on the trim myself (while nine months pregnant and huge) because I can't take sloppiness, and plan to work on the ceiling and more detail work today. We got the real tree yesterday, and Alex is meticulously circling every branch as he does each year. It was while I was painting the trim last night that I realized we both have high standards for ourselves and we both have OCD, even though Alex claims I am the one with the disorder.
My show at Concrete Ocean was approximately two weeks ago, and I have to say that I was disappointed in the turnout. We were in competition apparently with 6-7 other shows, and this hurt us. Afterwards, I went through what many artists go through... the questioning phase where you ask yourself how valid you are. Am I being of service to others? Is my work making others happy, or just me? How long can I keep up the hard work without much material reward? I go to where I normally go when I question these types of things- to books written by experts in spiritual advice and manifestation, such as Deepak Chopra. Help me Deepak, help! All I can say in the end is that getting the show together was an extreme amount of work and that I had a lot of friend and family support which ultimately means more than anything. I mulled the thought over that maybe the universe thought I had everything I already needed- which really I do, and more.
The new garage/studio is in full-out swing and the builders work every day- rain, cold or shine and in a way I feel their lives parallel mine. I sit here and say, "God, they're working hard..." and realize that I am doing the same, just not in the exact way they are. The garage is huge, more like another home in our backyard. It has been very hard to get used to, and I am a bit scared. Alex says it will be alright and when I go over there to get away from the kids I'm really going to love it. One of our neighborhood friends said that if Monguls invade Midtown, we will be able to spot them first from *The Tower*. This particular neighbor recently had a studio/garage built and they call hers the Taj Ma Garage. I like this term, The Tower... and feel that we can both be royalty- she in her Taj, and me in my tower. We have however, gotten some nasty looks from several neighbors.
Since the show opening, I have busied my mind with the monotony of the day to day, the renovations, the home, and catching up on life. Soon I hope, it will be time to rest.
