despite being told over and over that the beginning of the year is somehow this immense, new time of possibility, i can’t help but remember that our western new year is an arbitrary designation of “new” and “start” and “beginning”.
we begin when we begin, and having this imposed designation, i often think, just harms us more than it helps.
but, as with most things, your mileage may vary.
that all being said, there is a certain energy that permeates the west at the new year that does propel us all forward–whether we ascribe to the imposed “new” or not.
which is a weird, random way of saying that these were my projects from last year, and these are my projects for this year.
okay, okay, okay. i know i’m always on drive-by, and it sucks with a capital SUCKS. this is what happens when you’re a sickly squid who’s had cons and colds and epic familial visits all happen this month alone. (they say as they’re trying not to hork at the moment. fun times.)
honestly, there’s only so much of me to go around on the best of days, and this is that annoying transition part of the year which, for me, are not remotely the best of days.
now–on to actually important, relevant things, yeah?
for those of you just joining the show, i’m your host ‘trie (sounds like “tree”), and i’m a mixed media, conceptual artist and writer who has recently become a con-kid/exhibitor, doesn’t like capitalization, and lives in the backwoods of wisconsin.
which makes being a con-kid and an artist a little bit difficult.
at least the trees recognize me as one of their own.