I'll just be pouring out thoughts today, in no particular order or purpose.
I'm thinking about seriously starting on posting videos - by this I mean videos on my creative process, materials, maybe a studio tour (which will be short and quick because my studio is tiny). Maybe it will help gain more views, generate more interest, find more people with whom the Stories resonate.
I need to expand reach and awareness of my work in order to be seen by those who would buy and support my art. I would like to join more pop-ups but the investment costs have become higher while the chances of breaking even have become lower. This year I'm sticking to the monthly Art Mart - it has very small crowds but the fees are low and I actually get better odds at selling something because it is specifically focused on selling art.
I need and want to make big pieces (larger than A3). This has been a lament for the past couple of years but big pieces take time and need materials. I will try to start one later today. There are at least three to four pieces ready to be poured into paper or canvas.
With my recent series of Garden work (which I suspect will migrate into the Forest eventually), I realise that a booklet/ chapbook that has been in slow (nearly glacial) progress is very much ready for more work and even for getting finished. I have the materials, I just need the chunky stretch of time to put into it, and by that I also mean not being weighed down by the nagging of bills to be paid. One thing that really slows me down with studio work is being paralysed by the oppressive worry and anxiety of not having enough funds. While the past eight years have been nothing short of a miraculous creative existence, the day-to-day has often been wrought with mental and emotional pains.
I realise I may have become utterly unemployable in the traditional sense. As I go deeper into my Forest and Garden I become more feral and impossible to cage. I have to rethink every single thing about earning day job income. The ideal, of course, is for the art shop to be my main income source but we all know that will take time that I am not even certain I could afford (and will likely have to go in debt for).
I've been headache-y yesterday and today. The long insomnia curse (that started in early December) has finally lifted and now I am constantly pulled by sleep like a treacherous undertow.
I do not know where and how far my recently reduced palette will take me. At the moment everything that needs saying and showing seems to be made up of only these colours. I did not expect this kind of leap and shift from a chaotic profusion. It has coincided with the increasing arrivals of creatures.
I want a fairy tale love story.
There's a poem in fragments lost in the woods. It is trying to find the crossroads.