Ron English, “Corpocracy”: installation view, 2015, Station Museum of Contemporary Art

To say that trump being elected president has been a black cloud over the country and over me is a monumental understatement. The blind, rabid hatred of much of what I love about the U.S. and it's people is on display daily by trump and his frothing base. The madness of the situation seems to me to be what the Roman Empire looked like as it fell. I understand that the most amazing periods of creativity and growth spring from the darkest and most desperate times, but it is an excruciating process. 

Fighting my way through two years of trump as president has had an impact on me, for the better and the worse. I have lost some of the optimism that I once had about people, but I have also seen how our system of government, and how so many people in America,  work to work to preserve civil liberties and Constitutional law. I have seen wrongdoing on both sides, but the GOP looks like the most corrupt and morally bankrupt institution to exist in this country, all the worse for not for not standing up to trump and trying to abate some of his worst tendencies. History will reveal how much damage he has been able to inflict on our natural resources, our people, and our economy, and it will not be kind to the collaborators who helped him along his path of destruction. 

Elevation/PSB 2016 by Finijo

2018 was not a great year for me physically or emotionally, which is clear to me when I realized how long it has been since I visited this place. For too long work was so stressful that I lived in a self-imposed state of ennui as a means of survival. When I changed my work situation in 2017, I was so worn down, that it has taken me a year or so just to get back to stasis. Even now, it is an effort to make the things I used to do and enjoy part of my routine again, but it is happening. 2018 was not all bad, and in spite of a non-healing ankle injury, a root canal gone awry, a car accident that almost removed me and still causes me pain, and pneumonia that landed me in the hospital, I managed to make it to Mexico City for Dia de los Muertos. I had an amazing adventure with family and friends and fell in love with Mexico. 

Working through my emotional sludge brought about more of a mission than a resolution for 2019. I have begun to clean out all that I don't need in my life. From possessions to people. The hope is not just to simplify, but to devote more time to the things and people I care about. To keep the people and things that make my life better and to disconnect myself from sources of pain and negativity. I don't want to slog through the rest of my life dragging behind me anything that makes my journey more difficult. I have done that long enough. Still, taking inventory of what I own is a bit disheartening. I have too much stuff - an embarrassment of riches. I donated 40 pairs of shoes and 2/3 of my clothes, and still feel like I can rid myself of more and not even feel the loss. I cleaned out papers and took about 10 lbs of shredding to a mobile shredding unit last week. This beginning has given me clarity, and with each step I take toward minimizing these things in my life, I feel like I'm making room for my creativity. 

It is time to put my energy into my art, my family, my friends, and my life. I have an art site in the works, a couple of art shows on the horizon, and I think I will be ready to get a studio in the future.