Tonight, in celebration of my fifteenth wedding anniversary, my wife and I went to Bastion for dinner. Having worked in the same building as this gem of a restaurant for two years, and having become friends with Josh, the chef, seems like I would have been there by now. But, whatever Resistance was oppositional to my best laid plans, was successful at keeping me away until tonight. The wait was worth it, and all five courses delighted in nuanced fancy. I’m clearly not going to get into a food review here, and I didn’t take one photo of food… So, just take yourself there to celebrate something… anything. I hope to be back before another eon passes.
After getting home, I was kissing a daughter good night, and she could hardly stop smelling my shirt. She exclaimed something along the lines of, “You smell good… like smoked food.”
I prefer this to 90% of the murals that have been painted in Nashville over the last five years.
I spent the weekend at the lake house with the in-laws. While there, I felt like this image. My sensory processing systems were raw, open, and over stimulated, resulting in a dimensional vibration of Everything. I generally am capable of being more present, but some health news about one of my best friends must have done me in this time. Maybe, there was something more, but I’m not putting a finger on anything specific. I’m grateful to head back to the studio tomorrow to sort through some things by myself. Otherwise, it was a lovely weekend on the water, and I am grateful for the family and the lake house.
This week should see the business plan for Jim’s be sent to the uncles. I am pleased with what I have put together, and hopefully it will open the door for a meeting with them soon. The sooner I get the business structure in place, the quicker I can get you some of this special sauce.
Labor Day weekend at the lake, but it’s not the clichè version at all. There’s not one water sport or one beer anywhere. I think I’d like a tiny bit of the clichè…
Being on the water is therapy, even on a pontoon with eleven people. I didn’t handle it quite as well today as usual, as I felt more vulnerable than the usual heightened sensitivity to all the senses. Regardless, the beauty brought plenty of rescue from the mind…
The occupied heart-
taken by a friend in need-
also steals the mind.
My wife called me toward the end of the work day, and she asked what I was doing… I said, “Painting arrows.” Then, she asked, “Why?” Me: “Because that’s what the painting needed.”
The upsized Portal painting received most of my attention today, and it was lovely and meditative. I wish I could got there now. I may be in for a long haul with this sort of work… time will tell, certainly. As Labor Day weekend is upon us, I’ll be away from the studio for three days, and that’s a bit unsettling at this moment. The flow is smooth right now, and it feels directed and intentional. I’ll have to work some magic to slide out of that mind and into family gathering mode. We’ll be at the lake house, and it will be wonderful, most likely. But, visions of Portal paintings and fragments of generals will be pressing for attention.
There’s more than plenty going on in the studio these days, and these Portal Paintings are much of the busyness. Thankfully, I have yet to begin building their frames, as that assembly line demands all three rings of the circus. All of this is going on as I am a bit in limbo, finalizing the business plan for Jim’s Spaghetti Sauce, and waiting to launch that long awaited endeavor.
This grid on the floor was a quick visual sample for myself as I am considering mounting a grouping of these onto one framed panel. The play of these shapes adds a fun element to their expression… and, my mom would certainly be pleased that I am considering “fun” in my studio work. Most of this work will be for Artclectic at USN in October. I had made thirty, as I had planned on sending a dozen or so to the showroom in ATL that has carried my work… but, I found out yesterday that they don’t really want the work right now. So, I pivot the strategy, and I’m grateful to have the freedom of other opportunities.
I’m still scaling up the Portals, and the progress is coming along swiftly now. The holiday weekend will provide a bit of R & R, and after that, full speed ahead. I am excited about September and the soon to be changing season.
Effort and Surrender
That’s a blueprint that is hard to follow consistently, but the payoff is huge when it’s done well. Nuance is beautiful and rare.
I am deep in my addiction these days. The studio is my safe space to “use,” and I am staying high most of the day. I’m tuning out as much as possible, but at the same time, staying so deeply aware of the many dimensional layers of existence. I’m forgetting to blog, I’m procrastinating small obligations. Creative ideas are sparking off my thoughts like shooting stars…
Where am I?
The waves of anxiety come unexpectedly. It could be an astrological occurrence that brings it about, or one thought that won’t let go that repeats. It has the power to wreck a day, and also to fuel savage productivity. We have known each other for decades, but still, when we meet up, it’s uncomfortable.