Just Biding My Time Until the Little Men in White Coats Come to Take Me Away:
Today, my status update in Gmail chat reads, "I have two submission deadlines within two days of each other. And another deadline 10 days after that. With ANOTHER deadline 12 days after THAT. Excuse me a moment while I have a panic attack. If you find me rocking in the corner huffing a fist-full of Sharpies? That's totally normal. Put a cup of coffee in front of me and slowly back away... I'll eventually come out of it."
My schedule (per usual) is a bit insane. It's a good insane. The kind of busy that requires me to set time aside for the creating of things. The only stressful bit about it is oh, the creating of things that are good and brilliant and sell-able. I keep talking about this "Boxed in Birds" series like I have a clear vision of what I want. Yeah... not so much. It's feeling a bit forced right now. I've decided to just make stuff, to not think about it and to simply throw down. I'll work it all together at the end of April, when I have more pieces off of which to formulate something genuine and not contrived. In the mean time, I have a crap-load of other things to finish.
For instance, I have this philanthropic/community outreach art show (Pranksters Art Show: The Contemporary Woman) that I'm chairing. The deadline for submissions is March 5th. Not only do I plan to submit to this show, but I'm also partially in charge of going through every artist's submission for inclusion. I have to contact all of these artists no later than March 15th. I've also decided to submit works to an art show in conjunction with the SxSW festival in Austin. THAT deadline is March 3rd. And if my works are chosen, I have to magically get them to Austin before March 13th. I have to be at a wedding in Houston on March 13th. Therefore I see potential for a lot of Red Bull and driving on March 12th, followed by an exceptionally large nap. And then I did this stupid thing wherein I promised the THE person in charge of the whole Pranksters event, that I would donate a large painting for live auction during the pageant. That painting must be completed and at the venue on March 27th.
By the time April rolls around and I realize that I a.) have to get all of my home projects finished, and b.) have to get whatever group of works I want hanging in Barnaby's completed, I'm pretty sure I'll be bald from pulling my hair out and addicted to synthetic sugar. And maybe glue. So if you're out and about, and you happen to bump into my sanity, tell her I miss the way she used to hold me and pet my head. And then tell her that I'll feed her lots of cookie dough and bacon if she comes back.
My schedule (per usual) is a bit insane. It's a good insane. The kind of busy that requires me to set time aside for the creating of things. The only stressful bit about it is oh, the creating of things that are good and brilliant and sell-able. I keep talking about this "Boxed in Birds" series like I have a clear vision of what I want. Yeah... not so much. It's feeling a bit forced right now. I've decided to just make stuff, to not think about it and to simply throw down. I'll work it all together at the end of April, when I have more pieces off of which to formulate something genuine and not contrived. In the mean time, I have a crap-load of other things to finish.
For instance, I have this philanthropic/community outreach art show (Pranksters Art Show: The Contemporary Woman) that I'm chairing. The deadline for submissions is March 5th. Not only do I plan to submit to this show, but I'm also partially in charge of going through every artist's submission for inclusion. I have to contact all of these artists no later than March 15th. I've also decided to submit works to an art show in conjunction with the SxSW festival in Austin. THAT deadline is March 3rd. And if my works are chosen, I have to magically get them to Austin before March 13th. I have to be at a wedding in Houston on March 13th. Therefore I see potential for a lot of Red Bull and driving on March 12th, followed by an exceptionally large nap. And then I did this stupid thing wherein I promised the THE person in charge of the whole Pranksters event, that I would donate a large painting for live auction during the pageant. That painting must be completed and at the venue on March 27th.
By the time April rolls around and I realize that I a.) have to get all of my home projects finished, and b.) have to get whatever group of works I want hanging in Barnaby's completed, I'm pretty sure I'll be bald from pulling my hair out and addicted to synthetic sugar. And maybe glue. So if you're out and about, and you happen to bump into my sanity, tell her I miss the way she used to hold me and pet my head. And then tell her that I'll feed her lots of cookie dough and bacon if she comes back.