Direction

Sometimes it feels as if I am drifting, moving from one moment to another without any sense of direction. This could be a function of personality...it could be a function of what I've jokingly referred to as my early midlife crisis...it could simply be a transitional period. I am sure of one thing: I don't like the uncertainty.

Sadly, I am one of those people who needs to think things through and be sure of a path before I take it...I need to be comfortable with my direction.

Based on the activities of the past few weeks: Troy Night Out, First Friday, development of the "American Primitive" group on Facebook, as well as other events, it seems as though one path may emerge through the painting. It will take some work, some shameless promoting on my part, and yes - perhaps a bit more devotion to the art form - but it seems to be presenting itself with possibilities.

Again, the brooding, plodding side of me halts and hesitates, like McClellan after Antietam.

I see something in the future...it's bit fuzzy still, but as I move closer, it becomes slightly more in focus.