I find myself out of words these days. A slow silence that is neither good nor bad... just there. I'm not really sure why. Feels like I should have something to say... But maybe it's the end of the year coming up and the reflection that comes with that.
I also feel a bit like I've fallen off the "scene" lately... I've stopped reading illustration portal sites, I've not been keeping up much on email or blogs. Been kind of absent. But maybe all that doesn't matter.
Maybe it doesn't matter at all to keep up with the digital slingers all the time. Not listening to every podcast or interview or seeing what others are doing. Maybe one needs some personal hibernation to keep their own vision. I am still doing work I feel good about. I'm taking care of family that needs help. I'm loving my close, steady relationships. And I'm looking for a house. All that is time consuming and more important right now than "keeping up"... And I feel like I've been doing more of "my" work lately. And maybe that's enough. Maybe I am enough. As is.
* * * * * Just finished priming 11 boards (for a Feb show in LA) that I picked up at Habitat for Humanity. Apron clad as usual, out in the garage with sticky fingers and gooey paint brushes. Good conversation about everything I just mentioned above. How to keep evolving. And checking to make sure that I actually LIKE what I do/where I am. And the truth is... I love it. Even if sometimes I do way too much and feel overstretched. I love it. And I wouldn't change a thing. Even the hibernation.