Monday, February 05, 2007
As I approach 40, my paranoid feelings that I've been growing since childhood are always finding new fodder to freak on. It's been my mantra for the last month or so putting me in a meditative funk whenever I have a moment to think. The brain is always on patrol ready to call in the national guard at the first sign of physical breakdown. What makes it worse is that I'm not in any worse shape than when I was 25 or 26. I walk around the studio thinking each step I take is going to fracture a hip. The only thing that is really happening is the eyes are going. Not good when you're an artist, all I need are better glasses. Easy to fix.
The hardest part is I have new goals and more ambitions than before. I see how to achieve them and it takes time and energy. I had a lot of extra energy when I was in my 20's but it was never in focus. I could use some of that now, but it really isn't a lot less. I am concerned that my eye blinking isn't as sharp as it once was.
Latest Week cover. Picture taken with my new camera. Crossing my fingers hoping it printed OK!
I'll be there in a couple of years myself, and I always try to remember that it's just a number.
Man, The Weak is week- I much prefer your original with the manhole cover on his head. They should just trust your instincts.
Come back to GO FIGURE!