It's a confusing world out there. I'm discovering that the more people I communicate with, the more chance there is for miscommunication.
It's the ultimate dilemma between being stuck in the isolation of an art studio and occasionally coming out to mingle with the world.
Owning an art gallery kind of brings that all to the forefront. Not like I didn't already know that. Granted it's a risk, this type of publicity, but simply put, I need the company. Life in a small town will do that to you. Although there is considerable value in my particular community service, contrary to other types of noble and necessary community functions, I consider my art enterprise a little more than a selfish ploy for cultural comradery. Connectivity is quite warming.
Which brings me back to the burning of bridges.
These miscommunications have led me astray. I'm constantly wondering is it me, or is it everyone around me.
Tomorrow is my birthday and I hereby declare: non-reciprocal relationships I will no longer accept.
Sufficient to say, if you'd like my services I'll be in the studio... as soon as I close the gallery...