It's a new day

Well now, let's see what has been going on. This maybe a bit of a vent...sorry. 2 art shows, 7 paintings, about 50 handmade items and not one thing sold. I'm not motivated to create by money but being unemployed I sure would like to see some monetary results...or maybe a random person telling me they enjoy my work. I'm being a baby here, I know. It's just hard after leaving school to find peers. I'm thinking about joining a group of intense Artists. The kind that get heated and debate. I miss critiques. Never thought I'd think that. I miss my 20th century seminar on aesthetics. I miss Susan. Don't know her last name but we'd go in circles about the meaning of Beauty. I'd get so peeved I'd have to crank up " White Trash" on the way home. I miss meeting people like Bruce Pearson and Julie Mehretu. Both came to my studio and gave me good critiques. Good in the sense that they gave me excellent advice. Bruce said " When you leave school it will be like death. You have to leave this area". 5 years later and I'm still here. Where do I go NYC? Nah, too busy. L.A., nah too shiny. Chicago, too similar. I think maybe I would enjoy crossing the big pond. London, Amsterdam, Berlin. (especially if Palin becomes President). I would love to move up to Traverse City. There is a certain amount of art there. No jobs really. But if Tony and I bought some land and built my dream house ( 4 mobile homes in a square with a meditation garden in the middle) and he found a work at home job it'd be amazing. A girl can dream, right. I'm ranting now. Back to Art talk. New ideas pouring in. Decided to go full force with the mixed media on canvas. Oil, Acrylic and charcoal. Starting small. Subject matter more whimsical. Detroit is way to serious of a place. If I can't live in whimsy I can make it. In our flat and in my work. Off now to research buying land.