It was a good week: the contents of one more exhibition got nailed down. Work for another is heading out the door, being picked up today after one more late addition and the cleaning of and slight adaptations to some early altered book works: dates and notices for that exhibition coming soon. It’s kind of nice to have older works requested; keeps me from feeling strange for keeping what I view as these ancient, unsold things. Borrowed-back work was picked up for still another exhibition, and more is being shipped for a different one (along with a lovely check for a piece I wanted also, but was just recently sold; something new will be made in its place for a June show). The last of what was needed for the next publication is done, and a fun-for-me quick delivery road trip is set for the first weekend in April: hooray! All that’s left now are the contents of two more shows, crate-building for a third, shipping for three, then hopefully, finally, some studio and garden bliss before it’s time yet again to gather materials and hit the teaching road (a single trip this year, with two stops only: but still). In there are possible, under-discussion short air trips to some of the exhibition openings.
Also in with the entire busy mix is extensive daily pup training, more extensive than I’ve ever, ever, ever had to do before, and we still need to closely monitor him as well. Chance isn’t stupid by any means, but he is simply, purely willful, and is beginning the most difficult period of his life (or rather ours, in relation to him): adolescence. With us, with Lupe, he is utterly loving, but as is often said about Catahoulas, he does seem to be somewhat ‘psychologically more primitive’ than other dogs I have known. His surgery date is set: he’ll soon lose his testicles (and a single, hind-leg dew claw, a useless partially-developed appendage attached only by a flap of skin that he is sure to get caught in something and tear off, otherwise). I’m hoping that neutering him slightly early (at 22 weeks as opposed to 24) will help him, particularly with his aggressiveness towards his own species.
At times I’ve admittedly had some despair about him, particularly because my work is calling to me, getting more insistent all the time: things are asking – pleading, on the verge of demanding – to be made. But I am working on compromises / strategies that will get me that time, and soon. There was a nice recent external ‘prod’ towards that in terms of a lovely brief mention of my work: a reminder that it’s not speaking only to me. And here’s something else I’m looking forward to: an author and her subject, both of whom I’m truly fond of and always impressed by.