I think I have sold exactly one drawing this year. I am not going to cold query curators I do not know anymore. These emails, that make me embarrassed to even write, either dissolve into a black hole or come flying back to me as an auto reply which basically says to fuck off. IContinue reading “The Lonely Artist: May”
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The Lonely Artist.
Today I am 66. Thanks to social media many people have sent me good, kind wishes. This is one reason I will stay on all the platforms, in spite of their owners being greedy capitalists, homo and trans phobic misogynists. Really this post, and others to come, are about lives where very little happens. ItContinue reading “The Lonely Artist.”
The Summer of Start. Stop. Delete. Start.
Nearly every day I write an imaginary blog. For months I have written, considered, edited, deleted. It’s frustrating. My imaginary blogs are excellent, then, when I make them real, not so excellent. I draw. I see my therapist. I putter about. I am working on a series of drawings almost no one has seen. TheyContinue reading “The Summer of Start. Stop. Delete. Start.”
Elementary School.
I don’t know why I saved my report cards from elementary school but I’m glad I did. They’re pretty. I went to this Episcopalian school from kindergarten through 5th grade. I don’t remember much except that I wanted to attend Ramaz, where my best friend was in 1st grade and was more fitting as IContinue reading “Elementary School.”
A Quick Minute.
Say what you wanna sayAnd let the words fall out From Brave by Sara Bareilles One day there was a man interviewed on NPR – I don’t know his name, who wrote a book – I don’t remember the title, interviewed about his book on abuse of power. He believed that at every level, fromContinue reading “A Quick Minute.”
Resignation.
Soon I am heading back for treatment at a residential facility for people with eating disorders. I went to a place in Massachusetts, from June 27th until July 27th, in 2018. Apparently I was not there for long enough. This time I will go to a place in Connecticut, for longer. I stopped eating aContinue reading “Resignation.”
The Retirement Party
There wasn’t a party. I thought my last day would be April 6, 2020. The early times of the pandemic. I kept changing it because the world was changing. Cleaning, then plexiglass, then doors shut to the public. I stayed until May 31, 2020, working mostly alone in an empty building. My last e-mail toContinue reading “The Retirement Party”
The chalkboard at my local library.
Before there was a chalkboard at the library where I worked from June 5, 2005 until May 31, 2020, there wasn’t one. Every library has a set of shelves for patrons who request items, called a hold’s shelf. Ours was once a set of rolling grey carts which would fill too quickly and did notContinue reading “The chalkboard at my local library.”
The Key
May 29, 2020 was my last day as a full time circulation supervisor at the William Hall Free Library, in Cranston Rhode Island. Forty five days from that date I’ll be allowed to work there as a part time employee. It’s protocol, nothing personal. I am going to be a full time studio artist. IContinue reading “The Key”
Out.
I am one of around 43 million people in the United States who live with mental illness. I am not ready to name mine, because it is so misunderstood and I don’t have the strength right now to explain all the facts and myths. You’d think, with all the people out there who share thisContinue reading “Out.”
Lonely artist. 