My Body And …
In order to properly inaugurate my kinda new studio space I screwed eyelets on the bottom of this sign I painted and hung all manner of my collected trinkets. Accretions accrued and here we are.
Question
It would seem more and more that being an artist in this world means having to dance to the tune of social media addiction. It’s exhausting and I’d love to say I’m off that junk and clean, I ain’t. And frankly I’m kinda scared too. You see, since I no longer have a brick and mortar and since I don’t have any kind of regular gallery or publishing representation, I tell myself that soc med is necessary to survive as an artist, to remain seen and active if not relevant.
Without soc med how do I gain traction? No one swings by blogs anymore if they ever did….so here I am.