My Boxed Life

Art is terrible!

 Art is wonderful! 

I've had this love/hate relationship longer with art than what I had with my ex.

I've put my terrible/lovable art life into BFA and MFA degree shows, enumerable galleries, restaurants, bars,  and...yes, art festivals where people view my work sometimes to buy, sometimes not.  Meanwhile I am getting a sunburn and running out of Chardonnay. 

My art has always lived in a beehive of my mind that, with its special winged emissaries, swirls outward into the world--not to sting, but, with almost soundless buzzes, disappear into an ether where no one knows who I am. A lot of artists are in this zone.