Today, my card is the Fool.
Maybe the satire of the Fool's journey will somehow commiserate the lackluster sales of Loaded Hips Press.
It's funny how these things work. Since my attention to painting, and the focus of my energy on the show in the Basil Hallward gallery, (and, well, my family, my garden, being outside in the sun) perhaps I've self-sabotaged the printmaking endeavors. It's been hard to focus on new work, when there's a nagging feeling that I should just close my Etsy shop all together and start on something entirely new... and the inability to "brand" my work, since that seems to be the special secret that leads to success.
I like to think that my work is like Sybil, with thirteen or so different characters batting around inside the same head, and branding seems like herding them all into a straight-jacket.
Which probably sounds really naive.
Which leads us back to the Fool.
I don't even have any Hollywood Babylon post-it note drawings to share with you.
I started a Frances Farmer, but she's just a face, smiling slyly, waiting for her straight-jacket