Kindness
“Love is always poor, and anything but tender and fair, as the many imagine him; and he is rough and squalid, and has no shoes, nor a house to dwell in. ” - Socrates I have officially survived my first weekend of studio tours. It was incredibly easy and incredibly difficult, largely because no one came. I sat in my studio alone for 4 hours each day, Saturday and Sunday, writing angry poetry and working on revamping my website. When in doubt, reinvent yourself, that's what I say, well, at least that's what I try to do. The good news is, I actually sold a piece of art in the gallery show downtown. That made me happy and it made me smile. It gave me the validation I have been begging for for so long. I am grateful. I am humbled. I am still carrying on and moving forward however I am able, embarrassingly so. I heard the end of this song on the way to work this morning. I thought it was was a message for me. I thought it meant something, like ...
