You Hip-Hop, and you don't stop

OK so it has taken about a week post period to feel like me again...What a living HELL that was.

In the wake of my latest Barreness kick-assing, I am feeling puffy, but ready to get back onto the path that makes me happy.

 

I am currently in what I can only assume is an artistic block.

I was feeling this coming on but figured I was just distracted with getting things in order, and a little new years organization fervor.

 

In reality....

I think the last three rejections to exhibitions have been a hit to my sense of creative self...I am use to rejection, it is part of the exhibition process...but I guess these last three in a row have been a little harder to step over.

For a short period of time I was ready to open the paper, dust off the traditional resume and hit the pavement, but instead I found myself curled around the ipad, reading the deadline websites for art exhibitions.

So I know I am suppose to keep making art,

I just need to find the rhythm to start jumping rope again....

 

I'm making The Barreness jump with me now!

 

I met a friend for tea and I had brought my folder of exhibition information with me, I had arrived a little earlier then our planned time and wanted to keep my brain in the game.

I keep the submission information for upcoming opportunites all in binder that has them in due date order and then shipping and submission information following.

This way I can see the constant timeline in action.

Keep a fire under my ass

She spied it and asked what it was, I showed her the current stack of information I was sorting through.

She was floored and said: you just submit over and over?

Me: All year long, it is all I can do.

It sounded strange but it is true, I am the mistress of my destiny now.

 

As Conan said:

"If you work really hard, and you're kind, amazing things will happen."

 

I am working for my amazing!