After a long week of getting ready for a show, filled mostly with ups and a sustained high fueled by adrenaline and nerves, the big event happens. And, after the big event happens, I become a well that is sucked dry and empty in the hot sun. Perhaps this is normal, this need to re-energize and renew, to fill back up with ideas and inspiration. But it kinda sucks! Showing your work is a big part of being an artist, and the lull that comes afterwards is a silence you have to face alone. The crowd is gone, the questions and the laughter have faded, and it is just you left behind to face what comes next.
After you have spent so much time talking about the art up on the wall, you kind of get sick and tired of that body of work, the concept that gave birth to it all. So naturally there is this desire to start something new and different. And the silence is still there, only now it is filled with uncertainty and doubt.
