It has been exactly one year since I last wrote a journal entry. I remember a time when I'd write one every week, or every other week. But a whole year has gone by since my last successful attempt at being ignored. I guess I haven't missed much.
What shall I say, then? This last year has been typical: full of its own comings and goings, its ups and downs, its victories, defeats, tragedies, comedies, hopes, doubts, loves and losses. How much of them I have personally participated in I could certainly not put into a single journal entry, a) because no one would read it, and b) because it would be a severe waste of my time. It would not do for me to look so far backward. That is what photograph albums are for, and even then one only skims the highlights. More of my time ought to be invested in looking forward, to what I am about to do, for the rest of this day, for the rest of this year, for the next, and ever after to the end of my life.
In retrospect to my artistic projects of the past year and the time before that, I think I have not devoted enough of my time to practice. Too many art projects have been full-on endeavors to create my next best piece of art, but very little time has been devoted to actual learning. Not that each new piece has not been a learning experience in itself, and God knows I value the lessons I have learned along the way. But going forward, I intend to devote at least half of the time I spend drawing to learning and practice, and the other half to actual work. How I intend to go about this is still a mystery to me, and I suppose there will be no small amount of faltering and stumbling on my part.
What does the future hold for me, for my art? No one can say for certain. I can only state my intentions, and they are this: I intend to post more art on a more consistent basis. I intend to adhere to something resembling a Plan, wherein my projects will be laid out neatly before me in a line and I will tackle them one by one as I come to them. Whether I will do any of these things remains to be seen.
What is the purpose of this journal entry? I am merely thinking aloud and inviting such of you as have stumbled upon my gallery and been compelled- whether in some state of delirium or under the influence of some other alien force- to watch me, to listen.
I do hope that all of you- whoever happens to be reading these words- are blessed in all to which you put your hands in this coming new year. May your future be bright but not blinding, sweet but not saccharine, and hopeful without disappointment.