It’s more than a year and a half since I’ve been at my house in Spain.
And twice as long since I began work on my first Artist’s Book.
I’m a Pisces. It’s my natural tendency to live in a dream world of my own making.
Not surprising, then, that basic survival skills are not my greatest strength.
For years I played ostrich and ignored this part of my development beyond the day to day necessity. Yet, since I’ve dedicated time getting a serious grip on the material, I’ve learned that, rather than dragging me down to earth, it liberates me to soar.
You know what? Being finished is enough for me these days.
I leave the world to decide what it feels about my work. My job is to make it and get it out there. I give it my best while it's in progress, but then when it's done, a feeling of detachment sets in.
This detachment is a metamorphosis in itself from the perfectionist, non-completing person I used to be, and there's peace in it.
I've finally learned to accept that my work will never be 'perfect'. That it will never fulfil all the expectations I had for it. And that's ok. Because if I'd already reached art nirvana there wouldn't be a reason to keep on making more.
I'm already thinking about the next piece of work.
I don’t know about you, but when it comes to my financial situation, if I bury my head anywhere it’s usually in the sand.
So it’s pretty weird that I’ve spent the last year with my head immersed in spreadsheets. It’s not my native location, I can assure you.
Last week I finally looked up and said, “Enough!”
It’s time to start focussing on vision.
My blog traffic was through the floor.
My website had a shiny new look. But the insides were in tatters.
Changes in templates and domain names, and the plain old passage of time, had left my blog a shipwreck of broken links, wrongly-sized text and out-of-date information. Even the most basic SEO such as image alt-tags was missing.