I go to my studio and am alone with my thoughts as I conjure up art pieces that reference the subtext of my life. At times, my studio is my sanctuary, but at other times, when I am blocked, it can feel like a prison. As joyful as the act of creation is, there is also the judgment that comes with a gallery show. Is it meaningful, important work? Does anyone like it enough to buy it? Does anyone care?Share
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Glamor versus Reality
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