I was born Valentine's Day so I'm getting ready for my New Year.
I was informed that I got a space in the art market at the first ever Manila Biennale, which is supposed to happen on Feb 10-11, which should be a wonderful event to close the old year. Just waiting for the official advisory so I can start officially with the announcements on where and when. Meanwhile I've started preparations for putting together the items to sell.
I want to sell more originals so I'm working on small ones as well as medium-sized ones. The warm-ups are going well, so far. There is still the hassle of dayjob duties but at least they are somewhat at a more flexible phase now. I'm also exploring new ways of doing the dayjob with a friend and fellow-freelancer so I just might be able to finally find that best balance to juggle the dayjob with the artist/writer work.
I've been very strict with my own expenses so I could channel more funds to the making -- especially making the books for publishing, and making new art pieces, and improving the shops. Yesterday, though, I was ambushed by the books as I finally pushed through with a much-delayed Artist Date. However I have no regrets because they are going to be very helpful for the work I have plotted ahead. Rather expensive compost but I can already tell and feel they will be so worth the price I paid and more.
My effort to take stock of my available materials at least saved me from buying what I really don't need to buy now, and the savings went into the book budget. I also was very deliberate when I bought paints and only got what I needed most immediately.
The poems have been flowing and lately they've been taking a direction I haven't gone into before. I overheard one of my selves comment on the poems: Well said. Spoken like a powerful curse. And even that felt like the beginnings of yet another poem.
So the writings are coming from many threads now, and they seem to be thriving in the Wildforest where they seem to have found their footing/rooting. (My poem seeds and fragments are in my Twitter -- see the feed update on the right column of this blog.)
I was told recently (through the murmurings of fallen leaves) that the 14th of February is not just my birthday but also Dia De Los Corazones Muertos. The Story for that will come up soon in Stories. Meanwhile, I found myself making bouquets for offerings, which essentially opens up a series of works on this theme of the Day of the Dead Hearts. I can already feel the turnings within the graves. I can also begin to see the candles lighting up one by one.
This morning I was able to Garden and a gathering of wildflowers came. I believe these offerings are as much for me and my still-unfolding story, as for the stories that have passed away, waiting for their celebration and remembrance next month.