I Dont Remember How To Do This

I guess its been well over a year since I've blogged here. I think I like becoming more and more invisible in some ways while my art becomes more visible. I am a different person now. My art is now at a point that I am busy and wanted...more and more for me and my personal style and less and less "can you paint my girlfriend but with outer space behind her". That was fine and definitely got my chops up but I feel selfish now. I want to do "me", "my art" and be picky about lucrative opportunities. I feel like I've paid my dues. I'm 40 now and the clock is ticking. It's a no brainer to decide between a $500 upwards commission and a lot of little time consuming $75 jobs .
But I digress. Why am I here on this blog again?
I like talking to myself and having less than 10 people read me. Quality over quantity. And Facebook is like a ridiculous party you got trapped at and then discovered a lot of the guests were slowly going mad with politics. Glazed eyes and foaming at the mouth... there wasnt even general human civility anymore. No "how are you doing?" when you approach but a caught in midsentence rant "Trump/Hillary is a liar and the latest debate really showed BLAH BLAH BLAH". And the next time you bump into that person you hear the EXACT same spiel.
Madness.
Neurosis.
I looked at some friends pages and it was over 15 posts deep of political crap post over political crap post. If this is Americas pastime...mindlessly posting this tripe on Facebook so you can argue with people and call people childish names ....I'm out. What a way to waste a perfect day full of opportunity to be happy or create something better in the world.
So I left the party yesterday. The mad party. There werent even good appetizers.
The world is crazy and I'm going to my studio. I post my latest projects on Instagram @djtigerbee

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