There’s a lot going on, but I still – nearly every day – open up my blog admin to write something here. As is evident, the browser window closes without a new update. I know this has a few of you concerned, and I thank you for that. One person asked where my July posts are; there are none. July was complicated.
I’m going to let some dust settle and then I’ll be back. In the meantime, I’m tweeting under the usual handles: @regularjen and @jendixonarts, posting to Instagram as @the_regularjen and @jendixonarts, and I’ve recently joined Path (a lovely mobile social network based on real connections with people). I am, inevitably, on Facebook as both Jennifer Dixon and my artist page. It is far easier for me to communicate in little bursts than long-form right now.
Be well, and I’ll see you in here again soon. x
It was a tough start to the day, I had tears, headaches, and felt lost. Then I got a call… Well, Pete got the call because I’d given my new number, but then he called me and said, “Great news!” and so within a few minutes I was ringing an exhibition space. I can’t go into details yet – not till I sign the contract – but I’ve had a meeting with a curator regarding putting together a large, three-week long, solo exhibition of my work. We’ve had the handshake and a contract is on the way. This exhibition of my art will happen between April and May of 2015.
Needless to say, I was feeling better after having peanut butter and jam, but this took me to the clouds. I first pursued the gallery space back in January and was told that August was when the next year of bookings take place; I was told to contact again then. So I did. I emailed and they got back to me right away. They have said they really like my work.
Between January and now I’ve been working really hard on my career. The new website is up and looking great, I became represented by galleries in Marazion and St Ives (that happened in April), and I have had better direct sales than ever before. This exhibition is really the next logical career step and I am thrilled that the work I’m putting into my career is gaining momentum and showing returns.
I don’t make enough money to make a living yet, but I’m on my way. I’m downsizing my studios, living space, and other general spending out of necessity, but the enforced frugality is coming at a good time for my business focus. I aim to trim fat away wherever I can, maximise my earnings, and be able to make this path of mine successful. I may be back to the ramen noodle budget from twenty years ago, but everything else with my work seems to be falling into place.
Fortunately, I like ramen.
I’ve not had the most straightforward morning. I went to bed too late (although I really enjoyed staying up to watch Good Will Hunting with Neil), and my brain usually needs some chill out time before sleep, so that meant a rocky slumber at best. I missed my regular morning walk because of this (I needed to sleep in a little) and that has disrupted my routine even further. Add to that the pressures and chaos of moving and I crashed. I had a cry. I took a couple headache pills. I laid down for a few minutes.
I have regrouped somewhat and I can tell you that a eating a piece of buttered toast with peanut butter and strawberry jam on it had a lot to do with me feeling better. Warm, full of protein, and a hit of sweet. It is a combination made in comfort food heaven. I still have a headache, but I’m sitting at my desk with a cup of Keemun Panda tea and am getting on with my day.
I assembled an old desk in what will be my new, shared office space. It’s progress in an otherwise chaotic relocation. I’m not particularly good with change in the best of times, but having a clear desk ready for my computing environment is a pleasant little stepping stone of calm in my path, even if it will be weeks before it gets set up.
This past weekend marked the first days of moving for me, and in this transition, it’s imperative that I find an interim work routine. Productivity cannot cease for the next month as I get my shit in order; that would mean lost time and revenue. I cannot afford that. So, with that in mind, I think I might stock up on some peanut butter and jam. I’m gonna need it.