Killin' time and fillin' space/

After that 10-day stint in the basement I took about 5 days off, though I can't say for sure if, during that time, I didn't come down and check out the work once or twice. It was mostly a conscious split. I couldn't take that much interaction. (If I'd remembered the two+ other streams of work I've got on the burners I might have kept going.) Any road, it was good to move back for a bit, and now I've been working again the last three nights.

So here's some pictures.

Just Checking In

I guess we've all been playing our organs rather than telling any stories (rim-shot). Oh yes, and the holiday season blew on through.

But ... the Monday after New Year's Day, I've been down in the basement cradling up two new panels to answer a pair of calls for art. Due at the end of the month, so I have to get cracking. An ill-guarded secret in the world of 'artists' is that many of us work much better under pressure. That is, if we have a show coming up or some other need to produce work, it's a real good motivator, otherwise, many of us might just think about working a lot, and bitch about finding the time.

And then there's Dave Trowbridge, but he's kind of an exception.

Why?

I made a piece for the 50/50 show at the 100th Monkey Studios. I didn't photograph it, and it sold off the wall. Now I will never have a record of it. (I suppose I could contact the buyer, if that information is furnished for me.)

I'm not even sure if I feel weird about this. It's supposed to be about getting the art out to the people, right?

Is this an interesting thing, or a 'meh' thing?