I am done.
And by done, I mean more than finished.
It has been a hard thing trying to do a giant-scale art project while being split in two–figuratively speaking. Between my child’s special needs and a double-dose of family health crises blossoming, I’m spent. That fragmented state became an alternate reality in my actual art project.
It seemed only right:
As mentioned a few weeks ago, I am taking part in the Grand Rapids, Michigan phenomenon known as Art Prize 2021. This is a pretty big deal around here. It certainly is a first for me. I was asked to take part alongside other veterans who are using art as a way to translate the traumas they have faced as part of their service to their country.
I do not have the same struggles they do. But, I have struggles of my own. And lately, they have seemed overwhelming. So, I arted about it. (If you are tempted to place an ‘F’ in front of that word, I can’t say I blame you.)
I have been advised NOT to share my full work with you. But, since it is available online at my ArtPrize Profile I feel no shame in putting in a link for the morbidly curious.
I am allowed to post my stupid efforts in doing a personalized video however–which did not make the final cut on my ArtPrize page due to my complete lack of ability to figure out how to show both my face and the art I was working on at the same time!
Someone should get a laugh out of them anyhow:
VIDEO #1 (Let the babbling inanities begin…)
VIDEO #2 (Where you actually see some of the work-in-progress)
And I will post the poem written to describe my despair for my child–as he transitions to a newer, hopefully more appropriate school setting–as ArtPrize approaches next fall. It’s current title is Autism in the Trenches. But who knows, that may change as I hammer out a few lines I’m still not happy with.
This is not one of my funnier posts, unless you count the fact that I am describing myself as an artist despite this being my first ever attempt at being one. I am not a savant by any means, but I did find this experience to provide an outlet for some of my stress. Even as it somewhat increased my stress overall. Weird that.
I hope this finds an audience, at least among my friends, if no one else. But, if it speaks to you, please leave a comment. I’d love to hear that having a mid-life crisis on canvas is universal rather than totally out-of-this-world.
And a big shout-out goes to Pamela Alderman without whom this art would not exist anywhere other than in my head. Thank you.