My wolf sculpture didn’t make it into the exhibition. This disappointment led me to a few places – introspection, self worth, art politics, the subjectivity of art, and other thorny fields. That the foundry betrayed their promise to have it ready on time and that it still sits there six weeks later, unfinished, only adds rankle to the ire. So I’m spending my time during this wolf moon working on reorganizing my studio, messy after only a year’s occupancy (this should be a yearly or even biyearly event is clear). I’ve taken the step of downloading my cancer blog to begin work to turn it into an e-book – this has also caused a type of introspection, or more correctly, life and energy review, to see where I’ve been and sort out a touch more where I’m going. I have four other sculptures in process, and plans for about a thousand more. I have a new-to-me kiln set up and working beautifully (although it still terrifies me to fire it – dang, it gets HOT), and am asking the gods for guidance on what to do next. Art, like life energy, is infinite in possibility. If you have any ideas, I’m listening.
