The in-between place

The in-between place.
The place of not knowing what's next.
Can be rather un-nerving.
Can also be an opening.


I arrived at the studio with too many things in my hands. 
Too many projects, so, nothing gets done. 

What do I want to do with my one precious life?
How do I want to spend my time?

If I am an artist, am I addressing a worldly concern/issue?
In my art?
Or, am I just self-centered?

I’ve been told my ticket into the art world is with the plastic vessels. They are cool and are about transformation. But, I just don’t want to spend my days and nights crocheting. This one precious life.

O.k, so, what kind of art do you want to make?

Do I make art that pleases me?
Do I make art for a theme of a specific show?
Do I make art for others?

Who am I?

Do I just figure it out, or find the best job I can find, stomach and handle, for a paycheck?
And let art fall by the wayside, or make art pieces that feed my soul?

What I’ve also learned about myself is, I must have a large desk in which to spread things out on. I need a comfy chair in which to sit and read and contemplate in. I need natural light. 

It’s hard for me to work when there is chaos, or when I just have stuff piled on top of one another and have no idea what is in each pile. 

I spend way too much time going through piles of things, trying to find a home for each thing. 

Excuses excuses, but, I need to know what supplies I have, and what ideas are floating around in the space. (Both the internal and external.)