i don’t know what to do with all the work i’ve made. I seem incapable of succeeding in getting it in front of people And so it sits here, haunting my studio and claiming the walls of my home; filling the space under my bed.
i’ve thought about dumping the lot but consider that a waste; doing a studio sale, but aside for devaluing the work, this encounters the same issue as selling the work in a conventional way.
once again, i am lost.
Wherever i am, it’s A familiar place and one from which i must find the strength to escape once more.