busy work
Today, I'm burning cd's with images of my art work, sending them off to various portrait competitions, what not. I'm setting up class schedules, meeting with individuals interested in portrait commissions, sending images of random paintings via email to interested parties. Then I'm racing across Long Island, to drop off this cd of images here, that painting there, pick up another painting from another place. After this is all done, I'm jumping up on scaffolding, and my father in law is helping me to install a system of louvers, in the ceiling of my studio.
It struck me, at first, that this is not blogworthy. I thought I should not write about such boring things. But then, I reconsidered, and realized that it is worthy of a blog, in that so much of being an artist is busy work. It's not miserable. It doesn't put me in a bad mood. It is vital to do this busy work. If I didn't, I couldn't make money. The quicker I get this work done, the sooner I can get back to painting.
And so, my cd is finished burning. My images are ready. And now, I head out.
