explored the possibilities . . . art, life, love . . . in three words
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
. . . were looking forward
to meeting my new granddaughter, who should be born any time now. If I had been a betting person, I would have lost: I thought she would have appeared by now. The car is gassed up and ready to go; the cell phone is charged up and ready to receive the call. I am serving in a back-up capacity. I will take care of Betsy and Joe when the time comes, while the parents are busy taking part in a miracle.
In the meantime, I returned to the studio to create this 18 x 18" painting, rather messy, fragmented; but reflective of my state of mind. I scrambled on downstairs and completed this one after taking a stab at creating a resume for a real job. . . not that there is even a hint of such a job anywhere, but it seemed like the thing to do at the time. How do you condense 30+years of related work experience to one page? How do you describe your objective when your entire life depends on your ability to convince a harried HR person that you are absolutely the best candidate for a job that you don't even know exists? How can you say you want a high-paying, low-stress flexible position so that you can still create art, take care of grandchildren when required, and pay the bills?
Decluttering the basement has commenced. I filled four boxes of books, and that was just the books on the floor and chairs; haven't even started on the bookshelves, let alone the junk and mess in the back part of the basement. One step at a time. . .