Sometimes, when consciousness hits me first thing in the morning, I go to the easel or to the keyboard. If I am creating a body of work for a showing, I might find myself at twilight still in bedclothes and covered in paint. I like to get my creative consciousness flowing before daily BS sets in, so I can stay in the "zone". What I am trying to acheive in a painting or express in words comes out more honest before the daily grind.
Today when I woke up, the first thoughts were " because I need to accomplish something." It's a "time of life" kind of thought. I can look back and seperate my life into decades. I lived in the islands for 22 years, but it was one life in my 30's and another in my 40's.
Because I feel passionately about my art and my fellow artists, I won't abide that we shrug our shoulders and accept that DC is not the place for an artist, or that when a DC based artist becomes established, then they'll make it to a NY gallery. WHY? This town is full of very well educated, cultured, international, sophisticated, powerful people. There was a time when we had a true posse of DC greats, who were as revered as any NY based artist.
We cannot underestimate the power of the press. I answered the critic from the Post because I believe it is imperative that our newspaper supports our art community. The art buying public reads the paper. They are swayed by the critic's opinion in the cleverly written articles. The reader who is planning to invest in art doesn't find legtimate critiques about the DC art community in the Post, but finds instead, huge scathing put downs. Thus, the Post is guilty of starving artists, undermining gallerists and robbing this city of it's artistic identity.