Vermont has been a bit of a hiatus for me. I’ve been spending a lot of time in reflection and mind sparking conversations about art and theory and life. My brain is reeling with ideas. I’m inspired and thoughtful. I’m driven. I’m loaded with a jumble of notions that I’m going to spend days trying to unravel.
One revelation is laboriously clear.
At some point, I forgot that I am an artist.
I AM an artist.
The “art” within my work has been a whisper.
If not silent.
I’m still trying to figure that one out.
But it’s definitely an issue I am going to quickly amend.