After moving my business twice (once from the gallery to storage, then from storage to the new studio), there is light at the end of the tunnel. I’ll paint tomorrow, I hope. I still need bins for paint supplies and some shelves, and need to find a few missing supplies that must be in garage (ugh), but I’m mostly done and the space looks beautiful with my paintings on the walls.
I’ve hung almost everything I have left to sell, which includes a mishmash of old and new work with the exception of a couple oldies that are huge and “Pretty Face Madonna” which is hanging at the East Bay Chamber of Commerce (Suzanne loves that one).
It’s funny, I am so picky when I set up a space. Perfectionist is a term I despise but I know it applies to me, at least on the surface. My drawers tend not to be organized; and the trunk of my car never seems to get emptied; but if I can’t see a mess, I am absolutely at ease. It’s genetic, it’s gotta be. If things aren’t clean and neat, I can’t work. Probably some latent fear of rejection… But once things get disorganized, I can’t ever get organized again; not completely, anyway. My desk drawers are neat today, because I cleaned them out at the storage unit yesterday; but there were all sorts of random things filling them (expired lottery tickets, hundreds of business cards, “to do” lists that I lost, lots of ad copy that I thought I’d save to prove to myself later that my gallery did once exist/sigh) — crazy useless paper!
I pride myself on being digital and not having a file cabinet; and, for whatever reason, I ALWAYS find lots of paper lurking in desk drawers anyway. I put all of the necessary paper I had in BAGS instead (in case the Accountant needs them): totally crazy, cause now I have five years of bags and they get shoved into boxes, that could be replaced with one tidy file cabinet! I think the file cabinet represents commitment or something.
I sweat profusely whenever I commit to things for a long period of time. I once literally perspired in the shower after I invited a boyfriend to meet my parents at Thanksgiving dinner, and then broke up with him a week later. I have a flight reflex when I get too close or relationships get too complicated; hence, my need to be portable and “file cabinet-free”. I agree with what you’re thinking, that a shrink is in order; yes, it probably is. That may happen after my health insurance is reactivated. I’ll never (foolish) medicate my peculiarities though or my madonnas will all be dull girls.
Wow, I do ramble. Tomorrow is another day, for church and then studio. Daily painting and more work to do on the 365 Madonna Nights movie this week. Hey, I’m making progress on commitment issues: lease is 12 months, I got a shared puppy with my mom, AND I got envelopes for my new church. I am optimistic, too because if I got envelopes, I guess I am confident about making sales this year.
Time to walk my crazy and sweet dog, Zoe.
Jane aka themadonnapainter
Finally, after a long day of unpacking and arranging, I’m in!