Still Untitled

I haven’t committed to a title for my January show, and that’s odd for me. It feels like a symptom of my care-less approach to the art world which has become my default mode around that arena. It’s freedom. There were too many years of days under heavy weight, and that had to stop. This year has delivered me from that bondage (mostly), and so I hold 2019 in high regards for the work that was accomplished. Achievement esteem is bullshit, and I unloaded my emotional tote bags of that crap to lighten my load. Will my art career “suffer” due to this? I don’t know, and I currently can’t say that I care. I’ll keep making paintings, and I’ll keep looking for places to show them, but I certainly won’t get too attached to any results…

Freedom. Serenity. Ooooooooooooommmmmmmm…..