But no, what I really took away from Jentel, more than anything, was a strong desire to make art for a living - w/out a day job. Pipe dreams? Perhaps. Sure sure I have always wanted to do this, but having this opportunity, at the age of 35, to spend every day just making work, with little to know other worries, was so fucking great. Why can't I do that forever? I mean other than, well, my bills, my health insurance, the lifestyle I'm accustomed to - maybe if I didn't have to live like a baller I could pull this off. But how can I give up my bentley and caviar habit? No artist should be asked to sacrifice such things.
Really, though, Jentel was so great. The whole place, the staff, the other residents, the experience...I shall not forget what that was like, ever. For those of you wondering if living in Wyoming cured my migraineous/sinus issues - the answer is no, but living in such a nice, quiet space with such freedom did allow me to control how much noise, stimulus and stress entered my life, and that definitely allowed me to feel somewhat better. But no, I'm not allergic to Seattle, or to work. At least not physically.
In any case, no one wants to read a blog, y'all want pictures! So here's the last batch for Molo's Sketchbook. I hope you all have had a great few weeks.
I gave my fellow residents (all 5, not just Erika and Joe) something to remember me by
does this really need a caption?
the herd was not amused
spring thaw at Jentel
untitled (jentel 9) gouache and ink on paper, 2012
untitled (jentel 6) gouache and ink on paper, 2012
untitled (jentel 24) gouache and ink on paper, 2012
untitled (jentel 23) gouache and ink on paper, 2012
untitled (jentel 13) gouache and ink on paper, 2012