Ever since my exhibition at Form+ Content Gallery closed last Saturday, concerned friends have been calling me on the phone and asking me how I feel now that my show is over. They’re worried I have an artistic version of post-natal depression, which is actually quite common with artists after a show comes down. I appreciate and understand their concern. Having a large display of my recent self-portraits disappear from the public eye is indeed disconcerting. But in the vast scheme of things going on in this troubled, thrashing world, the inevitable dismantling of a 6-week-long art show is no big deal.
Fear not about my state of mind, gentle reader. I’m already on to the next thing, or rather things, much of which involves me standing around looking at myself in the mirror or taking pictures of myself with my phone.
Yes, more self-portraits are on the way, if only because someone’s got to do it. And by definition, self-portraits of me have to be done by me!
Y’know, sometimes things make sense around here. Does that ever happen in your life?
Nancy Robinson reacting to things making sense in her life.
(BY THE WAY, THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO STOPPED BY “TALKING PICTURES: NEW PAINTINGS BY NANCY ROBINSON AND PATRICIA OLSON.” YOU ROCK!!!)