listening to bowie this morning and finding the irony in his words.
my first job out of grad school i found myself in the freezing depths of the desolate north, and with two pieces to show for it, and no real prospects on the job market i decided to move back to texas (where it continues to this day to be warm and overly populated as to make up for the desolation of that year) one of those right out of grad school pieces (title taken from dinosaur jr’s lyrics from the wagon, which in turn were twisted from bowie’s the wagon) got into a show and on the cover of the catalog and postcard to that exhibition, which was the boost to the psyche and validation, that as an artist keeps you going.
i found new prospects and got employment (both in the field and out to pay the bills) i began to settle in, and focus like the gnomes of zurich on my goal: make more work. and i did, as part time became full time, and continued to work and build my vitae, more exhibitions, solo exhibitions and i realized i was good at where i was and what i did, but i wanted more. (part of the reason for grad school was to be qualified to teach at the college level.) so i began the application process: shooting my work, dusting off the student work, practicing lectures and brushing up on the academic vernacular i was invited to 3 on campus interviews, which in itself is not bad at all. but nothing panned out and so after weighing the options i decided to move on. so now decide if an academic life is the one for me or i just continue to move forward as an independent artist and in the meantime setting up my studio at home.
in news other than my art or thoughts, i got married a couple of weeks ago. as these things usually are it was over the top in the best ways (food, drink, family and friends) we chose a beautiful compound in the hill country and had some of our nearest and dearest join us for the weekend. i got to put my art skills to task with the decor: i made all of the table runners, vases, cookie trays, cake stands adding a bit of made in china paper lanterns to tie it altogether. as guests began to head out the vases began to disappear, which is quite the compliment (not to mention my plan was to send them all to good homes)
and for our wedding gift, my best friend made my cake, which was as tasty as it was beautiful. if you ever find yourself in southern illinois the bakery is Cristaudo’s 207-209 south main street