When I got home from Madison on July 10th I was exhausted. And slightly disappointed. I had sold a decent amount of work and I made money, but it wasn't like last year and that kind of bummed me out because I had great expectations and had set some lofty goals. As with most situations though, there was an upside.........that being I didn't have to make much new stuff for Geneva. In fact, I did a count and I didn't have to make any new pieces for Geneva, I had plenty of inventory already on hand.
So I decided to give myself a break. I wouldn't push myself with inventory requirements; I would just play, make art if I wanted, or not, just do whatever. Whew, what a relief. I had been moving pretty fast and this just freed me up like you cannot imagine, as though a burden had been lifted from my shoulders.
The first day I sort of putzed around the house, messed on the computer, read a book, caught up on magazines, simply relaxed. Naturally, by day 2 I was champing at the bit and missed the studio so I spent some delightful time working with no particular goal in mind. I started a 30x40. I worked on a 20x20, reworked an older failed piece, prepped some 12x12's. But no pressure, I was truly playing around.
As the week progressed I did a little bit more work, but it was interspersed with lots of other fun activities - I did some Yoga, I saw a movie, hung out with the grandkids, meditated a couple times, watched a little TV, pulled some older art books off the bookcase - many things I don't normally find time to do.
And wouldn't you know it, by the time we were packing for Geneva, I found I had somehow created several new works that I really liked a lot. In the midst of my "play" some real art snuck up on me.
I think there is a lesson in this somewhere.