13 August 2006
Woe is me...
I am feeling sorry for myself today. The art business has been non-existent. I am not used to having so little to do. I have sent cards, photos and emails to everyone I have ever talked to in the gallery. I have called them all as well just to say hello and hope that one of them just wanted to chat for awhile. I have re-hung all of the art twice this week.
The part that I hate most about being so slow is that it is taking away time that I could spend painting or shooting photos. The only perk so far is that I have time to do this. I can blog at work without fear of The Man sacking me, for here I am The Man. So I can do what I want. (insert light bulb above my head) Maybe I should bring part of my studio to the gallery!?!
I could paint on location. What a brilliant idea. Except I can already see the problem with this. I would not like people interrupting me while I tried to paint, and asking stupid questions like,"Did you do that?" Hello, I am at the easel with brush in hand.... I need my personal space. At least three feet is preferred, with a few exceptions, and then closer is better. Sorry, different post.
The rest of my woes come from the fact that I seem to have fallen into a time warp. The entire Oregon coast is stuck in the late 70's early 80's. It's freakin me out man!
The only radio station we get plays nothing recorded after 1984. Ahi(tuna) is considered an exotic fish. They did just open a sushi bar, without an actual sushi bar in it. And they only have three kind of fish. Is it just me, or does this seem wrong?
The big hot spot here for night life is decorated in brown plaid, glass and mirror light fixtures, and it smells of cigarette smoke and desperation. It reminded me more of a Denny's than a lounge.
Pity party anyone? Alright I'm done.