Working In Isolation
My mother used to tell me working in isolation really sucked. She worked away on her art in the sunny bright attic studio of our house in total isolation – that was a stupendous work space which I really loved and miss to this day. I guess she used to have visitors from time to time but nothing constant or daily. I’ve often thought about this as I toil away in my dark basement studio.
One of the key differences between my mother and myself is I see people on a fairly constant basis in my studio setting. For one thing I share my space with another artist – a fellow photographer Stephen Tapajna but more than that I operate my fine art printing business from my work studio which means I see clients on a regular basis – usually to discuss printing art. Another important difference is the internet. At the time my mother was suffering the internet hadn’t been widely adopted yet – this was the late 80′ early 90’s..
Besides that I’ve been wondering if all my efforts blogging and creating images is worth it. I’m feeling sucky and selfish for some reason and thinking that no one loves me. Brutal eh? I know its not true but there are times in ones life when the chips are down and you get the last straw personally hand delivered to you and what do you know you feel lonely and small. Well that’s me right now… I guess – its been a rough day.
Thankfully not one hour ago I got a call from a person who had seen my photographs years ago and who was on their way that very minute to my studio to have another look. Wow. So you ARE out there watching and looking at me after all. Good to know.
I guess I’m not working in isolation after all.