That’s it. I’m at the end of my rope.
I cannot absorb not one more review in ArtForum, The New York Times, The New Yorker, TimeOut, The Village Voice, Tema Celeste, Modern Painters, Flash Art, or any other publication.
I cannot prepare not one more application to an open call, to a residency, to a career-enhancement program.
I have no energy left to sit down at my computer to create not one more text-based video, to take out my camera, to pull out my notebook as my thinking pad, to simply lie on my back and let the work come.
I am officially taking a break.
The problem is, I don’t have the faith that breaks are finite. I don’t really believe that “real artists” take them. And, despite Rilke’s moving assertion that ideas must gestate, that the mind must lay fallow, if you will, I don’t trust it.
So, in this break, I’m taking a leap of faith. But, most of the time it just feels plain depressing.
I will continue with blog entries twice a week.
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5 comments:
hey Molly,
I think you will be surprised how good breaks can be. Its a good way to clean out the cobwebs.
I have really enjoyed your latest posts. Life constraints have prevented me from commenting but please keep it up!
Thanks for writing, Mark! So good to know I have readers....
Hey Molly,
If you're taking a break, wanna come help stuff our attic with denim insulation? That activity makes for a swell lengthy break from all things art world!
:D
Enjoy your time down and away. Spend some time looking at clouds. The sky here in NYC can be pretty big, especially at the water's edge.
Denim insulation! I'm impressed!
Hey, if it's green enough for Adrian Grenier, it's green enough for us! *big sweeping thumb to chest punctuated with a nod*
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