I was just chatting with a friend describing our years. "Whack A Mole" best described mine. Something pops up, smash it. Screw up? No worries, another critter pops up before the first one disappears. My year of "Foundation" has been reactive, charged and hectic.
I am proud of so much: winning a Best in Show award at the "War on Women" in Pittsburgh, participating in "The Women" show at Red Pipe Gallery in Los Angeles, weathering the storm of relevance on Wikipedia, great art sales, and a successful collective residency with DANK at The Miners Foundry in Nevada City. My foundation was built with things I care about even as people I respect, told me I maybe shouldn't care so much. I know they meant it as a comfort but if I'm doing something, I care deeply (often at my own peril).
There are other stories, not my own, from people close to me that have been a big part of my year. I hope I built some foundation of communication to move us all forward.
That said, my creative velcro has begun to fray. I often pick up or get snagged on other people's visions. Selfishly I do it for my own protection, hoping to find validation and polish by proxy. My word for 2016 is not born of anger or frustration but rather the knowledge that I've logged enough hours to fly on my own.
I'm not seeking an exercise in loneliness or top billing. I need to work with people, creatively and emotionally it is good for me. This isn't about a show, this is about the verb "solo" telling me I'm ready to soar, fly, or weather a storm on my own. Even if I crash, I know I have a parachute ready for one.
I'm taking my final show at DANK down in the next few days. I'm bringing my blog back with 30 paintings in 30 days and getting back to my book.
It sounds like a contradiction, but I do hope you'll join me in my solo.
Happy New Year!