Friday, June 26, 2009

June 26, 2009

The turkey limps along and I am guardedly optimistic. I've learned, over time, that there is limitless opportunity to screw up a painting: at the beginning, in the middle, or at the end. At present, we're dragging ourselves out of the disastrous middle. But at least it's limping along.

Reflecting back on the winter doldrums, I'm struck by the realization that being productive with one's art is simply part of a larger package, one bit of a gestalt. There is a chicken-or-the-egg question, I realize: Does depression cause creative paralysis, or does creative paralysis cause depression? But never mind. One part of this phenomenon seems to be that a recovery in any one part reflects a recovery in all the others. Of course, you have to start somewhere.

Being creatively productive seems to be a function of personality, active when other aspects of it are going well, too. I still don't know how to effect recovery.

It's Friday, and I think I might be going into Charlotte to see if any galleries are still in business despite the dismal trend to fold.

PW

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