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Sunday, December 7, 2008

Random thoughts...


This is another photo of Taos mountain. I take a lot of photos of this mountain because it is an awesome presence in this town. The energy it exudes is very powerful. This mountain is the reason I live here, the first year, I cried whenever I looked at it. It still moves me in a way I can't describe.
I just returned from helping my friend J load his mom's stuff in a truck(she is moving to Dallas) and also helping were friends J and L. I like to think of them as my posse of men. I love them very much and my best friend in the world is J, not sure I could get along without him, I feel so close to him he is like my brother. We had a blast today and had a little party after loading the truck. Drinks were served :-).
I have been thinking a lot about my art and why it is not out in the world yet. I don't have any easy answers. I do believe my work is good and deserves better than is gets. Sometimes I just think it is the luck of the draw, or who you know, or perhaps it is fate. I am a bit tired of the struggle and have decided to stop struggling, just do the art and let the chips fall where they may. I am no longer going to knock my head on gallery doors.
So there, that is what is on my mind today. I am off to do Christmas stuff, like make out cards and make a list of what I still have to do before I leave on my trip.
Happy Sunday all. XOXO

3 comments:

M.Kate said...

Annie, that mountain is very beautiful. In Chinese feng shui, mountains are symbols of solid support, strong and unmoving. I am sure your arts will do much better, maybe the timing is not here yet. So do what you need to and let it flow. Big hugs :D

Melanie said...

Maybe things aren't the right time yet? I'm reading the book -not just watching the 1948 film "Portrait of Jennie" at the mo. In that, something changed within the artist which made him look at the world in a new way and people "got" his art. Perhaps you just haven't found the right gallery yet for your work?

When we lived in Wales the mountains became so familiar like friends. Our's sheltered us from all but the rare north wind. their shapes were so pleasing to the eye. I think I understand what you mean with yours.

Em said...

I know pretty much nothing about the art world, but that sounds reasonable. Knocking your head on doors would start to hurt after awhile. :-)