It's kind of nice having a forced break from my computer. I don't waste away the minutes changing my header and that sort of thing. I do notice that I'm not quite as focused when I haven't been writing.
Writing on my blog is like painting, it is a way of sorting my thoughts and recording ideas before I forget. Giving a lecture does that for me too. Yesterday Dan Barney invited me to speak to his class. I get invitiations to speak but it meant more to me that Dan wanted me to talk to his class because I know that time is precious to him and that he really has a lot he wants to share with his students. I was also glad to know that his students, Anne in particular, read this blog. When I'm writing it doesn't really feel like anyone actually reads it, so thanks! I remember when I started my career as an artist/mom, I wanted to know that someone else had fought my same battles and basked in my same joys. My dad has been a great person to learn from in lots of ways but not as a mother to three daughters and wife to an ambitious artist scholar. It's taken me a long time to learn a handful of things and if I can encourage someone else, that's awesome.
What I was really going to write about this morning was the mature years of an artist. On a recent airplane trip, my dad and I discussed the career span of an artist. I'm wondering if it's like a rockstar. Some rockstars seem to gracefully evolve while others are awkward. Sting and Annie Lennox come to mind as gracefully evolving. Is it the same sort of thing for a painter?
Please feel free to share your thoughts.