I have recently been interviewed in a popular website about how to establish a career as a fine artist. This I found a little surprising as for some reason it made me realize that I have somehow successfully managed to make art as well as travel for thirty years. A miracle for sure as the art-world is one flimsy, fad-driven, fuzzy and unpredictable beast at the best of times. The creation of art is indeed a tempestuous passion dressed up as a business these days so navigating through its exhilarating waters for long distances is certainly not easy sailing… but we paddle on! Like life that thing called Art just seems to find a way to survive.
Plucking almonds from the trees in the garden has kept me amused the past weeks. I sun dried the nuts, cracked them open, oven roasted them with salt, olive oil and sweet paprika then I opened a bottle of chilled Rose/Rosado. All that effort was actually done to say a big farewell cheers/salud to the end of the southern summer.
There was also the difficult chore of removing a very smelly Molina hog-nosed skunk away from the cactus garden. The defense perfume this creature sprays is like a sharp, rancid musk with a hint of smoke and something else very foul that hangs around for many days. The creature left the vacinity finally and is on its way back to the open arid bush in search of a mate I believe. I wish him luck.
New film work keeps me busy and some fresh works on paper appear. I have no idea where these schemes will take me… perhaps nowhere in a hurry but I do remind myself that even when we are lost we are indeed somewhere…