Ok, so not really, but I’m starting to wonder.
I’m a bit discouraged this week. Still no job here in Portland. But do I want one? I don’t know. I do want money– and health insurance, but couldn’t I get that from painting? Well, only if someone one actually buys the paintings. But that isn’t really happening right now…
I’m feeling undervalued. Our society doesn’t really care about painters. They value mathematicians and physicists. And engineers, and other science-y people. And lawyers. No one needs a still-life painter of toys.
Also, I know that there are more than five people that read this blog, but only two commenters were willing to put themselves out there– I’m not sure what to think of that. I don’t want to guilt you guys, but I don’t want to expend the energy on this if it’s not working.
This year has been a year of transitions. It’s made me a bit introspective. Between losing my community, my house in turmoil, and the subsequent move to Portland, I’m a little lost. What am I doing? Who do I want to be? Why am I whining to you? I should go paint.
