Marking A New Shift
Sorties of A Struggling Artist
That would be the title of an upcoming visual manuscript, if ever....
Once again I was thinking of creating another art journal. I've lost count already what I have with me... 14 or 15 unfinished manuscripts? All of those stuff were financially draining, for purpose I am not certain yet if it is worth the trouble.
Clearing my mind would be the task I wish for myself in the aftermath of what might have been my big break. Although ahead there are promises...even grander hope.... most changes are often painful.
I woke up early today (April 12) cleaning my studio or just a tiny space in the kitchen. I have to do myself a favor....
We can be crucified between two thieves:
Regrets of the Past and Fear of the Future.
This below was my direct reaction during the aftermath of Art 55...the sketch underneath has so many detail but I was lead to an automatism of the heartache and disappointment...of the moment.
It was so painful, and there was no one to cling to...even Bella don't understand this stuff. Yet again, I must run the race and carry the torch. The light bearer is tired and his hands now shakes....
Once again, while I was thinking of creating something else.....this resolution came...the escape to Im-Fher-sionism....it turn out to be admired, even by Maestro Bueno Silva.