05/06/2006: "My party's not over yet!"
Years ago I threw a huge party and at 3 or 4 am, after everyone had (mostly) left and I'd gone to sleep, one of my roommates (Carey) went running through the apartment blitzed out, repeatedly yelling "MY PARTY'S NOT OVER YET!"... (Remember that Rod?).
Thatís how Iím feeling now. The opening was actually *fun*; there was a large turn out and I got to see friends I havenít seen in awhile and afterwards I went out and heard some live music with Pagan and Rob (who had his opening the same night at the JAHC gallery...it looks *amazing*). But then, well, this is what it's probably like for most artists: you put all your energy into your work and then you put it on display, it looks pretty good and people come and see itÖtell you how brilliant you are and you (hopefully) sell a little, then you go out for a celebratory drink and then itís over and youíre not sure what to do with yourself.
This afternoon I kept the gallery open for several hours and it was nice because people continued to trickle in and I had some more ďin-depthĒ conversations about the work and so it sort of extended the exhibition induced high a little, but tonight I've been just been lying on the couch immobile. (Sorry dad, I was home when you called but I was too tired to answer the phone) Truth be told, I feel a little sick; I need a break from painting but now I don't know what to do, it's only been a few hours and I'm already bored out of my mind!