Art Talk

I gave a presentation in “Studio B” at the Frist Museum tonight… the prep caused a little bit of anxiety. What it boiled down to was that I found myself in a place that was quite uninterested in talking about art or myself, and that was exactly what I was supposed to go do (it seemed). There was going to need to be some transparency and some sleight of hand. Art and the End of Suffering was the loose title for this talk, and I sought to cut to the core of my deepest motives behind my work. Maybe, I wasn’t a smooth a talker as I would have liked to have been, but the audience was so small that it definitely won’t ruin my chances at becoming a public speaker. I verbally jumped around like a nervous neurotic with ADD… at least, that’s how it felt. Will I practice this sort of talk so that next time (if that happens), I will have a cleaner delivery? I doubt it. I have thought about this series, and my work, for a very long time, and condensing all the hot points into a linear message is daunting. The odds of me saying “yes” to another art talk are slim… I guess if there is a moderator always prompting, that’s much easier. Whatever.

I cleared several deadlines today that have been extra weight on me, and I’m excited to slide into the weekend with lighter chi. My oldest daughter graduates from eighth grade this weekend, and that stops me in my tracks. Life if fascinating, and the dreams elevate it even further beyond my comprehension…