I am busting with ideas. I have about ten new areas that I want to explore. Now, If I can just get some time and money together then I will be able to begin working. Oh, and a little sleep would be nice.

Frank Stella is great.

I wonder if other artists get what I call art PMS. I get restless and nothing I work on gets resolved. I am flooded with so many ideas that I can hardly fix myself to one or the other. Last night I could not sleep because I had an idea to make some big wooden sculptures. I got up at six in the morning and glued a bunch of blocks together with the thought that I might carve it into a ball or something, but by the end of the day I was onto fifteen other ideas. This time, luckily, I haven't soured toward painting. They are still going strong, but I just don't feel the satisfaction that normally comes from a piece nearly finished. I know myself well enough now to realize that I will make it through with hopefully some stronger work in the end.

I have posted a painting by my dad, also a painter.

I slowly edged myself toward sculpture this week after I purchased some beautiful red paper for a collage and it went 3D. I am always a bit nervous to tread into new territory because it means I am going to have to spend a whole lot of time finding the limits of the material as well as my own limits. The metal version of the piece turned out to be just left of my vision but with many possiblities. Do I dare step any further...

Art has become something very different for me in the last few years. Everything cool about it ended at 19 when StarBucks was invented. I told Shannon last night as we left a show at the Blue Spiral that when I am interviewed by Charlie Rose I am going to say that I keep on making work because each painting is such an utter failure that all I can do to keep from being depressed is to keep on working. I find myself going to shows and only looking at the frames that hold paintings, "I wonder if they make their own frames" or "did they spay paint this or brush it" are questions that take up space in my head. Being an artist is great but its not so great, in my next life I think I should become a farmer. I can remember when I was very small having a great desire to work in such a way that I could focus intently on what I was doing without the distraction of other people around me, artist, farmer, small engine repair shop, etc. etc.