It's not about misplacing car keys or coffee cups (three a day, sometimes) but nuances like distaste for telephone chatting (I was once very good in this department!) Now I can hardly make myself call for a dentist appointment. Crowds are the worst... they give me a serious case of nervous jitters. Maybe that's why the emphasis on family, lakehouse, traveling friends who stop to visit on MY turf.
But since this blog is supposed to be art-centric, how is this revelation affecting my art career? Personally, I think my work is as good as it's ever been (a private moi poll sez so.) Having achieved decent career goals, I simply don't work as hard at continuing the momentum. Case in point, the recent resigning from a productive gallery just to lessen the number of balls juggling in the air.
Goal setting has left the premises and motivation isn't far behind. I've become a part time studio artist... like, maybe a couple of hours two or three times a week. Maybe it's just summer, the distraction of politics, the world crisis of the day, plus the focus on family rather than studio. Things do crank up when deadlines loom, but I'm sort of concerned that not enough overall time is being spent at least THINKING about art making. At least I did wrap up one painting recently (above)... others are in the wings awaiting executive decisions so they might also be called finished. I'll try to do better... (she promised herself...)