Have you ever had a period of time when you questioned what you were doing? Why you were doing it? Whether you should just quit?
Well I've had more than one of them, but I think the one I just went through was probably the deepest. What did it feel like?
I'm the kind of person who needs to have a sense of purpose in most things that I do. No endless meanderings for me. I want a solid target at the end of my wanderings, whether it be a hot cup of coffee or the answer to a burning question. So you can see that following my heart instead of my head was a bit hard for me.
It took about six weeks to come out of this miasma of confusion and doubt. What turned the trick was making new plans for the future. I booked four art festivals for the 2016 season and joined a new Art Association in York, Maine. All this entailed quite an outlay of cash, because I got rid of all my outdoor show gear three years ago. But I swallowed my guilt (I always feel guilty spending substantial money--something from my childhood, I think.) Now I have new display racks, plenty of new works to hang on them, and will return to some favorite venues to sell them. My excitement grows whenever I think about it. Smile.
I hope to see you at one show or another next summer. You'll find me at my happiest, burning in the sun, eating stuff I shouldn't be, and
talking about my work. It doesn't get any better than that.