I suspect that the world wide web is the location of all missing socks. I'm certain that my little blog will be lost in the vast reaches of cyberspace and will have lots of lonely, forsaken, runaway sock friends. Nevertheless, I will push on because socks need friends too. I will not post everyday because that would be boring, but I will try, yes try, to post consistently . . . unless I go into the black phase of my artistic career, then all bets are off.
My goal for this blog is authenticity and transparency. Folks who say they "cannot even draw a stick figure" tend to believe that artists are wizards with special, supernatural powers. Conversely, those to whom contemporary art is nonsense tend to believe that artists are full of stinky, missing socks. We artists speak a language among ourselves that is deeply rooted in art history and in a subculture that's all our own. Heck, sometimes the language of our subculture is unintelligible even among ourselves. While it IS undoubtably and outrageously fun to be oblique and to present ourselves as mysterious wizards, full of angst, intelligence, and wisdom that mere mortals cannot hope to penetrate, it might be wise for someone to open the door a crack and let others see what goes on behind closed studio doors. On the one hand, artists are not wizards. Making art is genuinely hard work with its fair share of failure and success. On the other hand, artists are not stinky, missing sock reservoirs. Most of us are intelligent, creative beings with mad skills that struggle with our careers just like other professionals in other fields. Granted, most of us are sorely underpaid, but that's a topic for another day. Nevertheless, I must make an attempt, no matter how small, to show that the world wide web is the reservoir for missing, stinky socks, not artists!