Twelfth Night Party. Dan Barney caught up with his old wife yesterday in turning 40. He sure doesn't look 40. There were a lot of handsome boys at his party (whom I enjoyed spending time with) but none so very handsome as Dan Barney. I don't even know as many people as were at his birthday party. It was super fun. I bought him, among other things, a Mod Trek so that we can ride together. We busted down the driveway at lunch today and took'm for a spin. It's a blast. Happy Birthday DTB!!! Forty is feel'n pretty good.
every night until around 2:00a.m., which is uncharacteristic of me. I'm usually an early riser but nighttime was the only time I could let my mind swim and paint without interruption. I have been doing work I feel good about which I will post soon. My show at Coda in Park City is a week from tomorrow and, oh my, the paintings are awfully wet. I don't feel like I'm rushing, it feels just right. These paintings came easily. They are so me. Looking back, I have spent the last few months with too much struggle, too much reconstructing of what I was trying to accomplish. I was forcing it. I've had to completely re-write my artist statement. What happened these past few weeks is that I was able to let go of trying so hard and just let the paintings speak for themselves. I didn't exercise so much control, I worked from that other place inside of me that just is. I didn't even know what the paintings were really about until just the other day.
...back to work.