I nearly deleted this blog. After almost six years of blogging, I thought "Maybe I have nothing more to say. Maybe blogging is no longer a supportive, positive part of my creative life. Maybe blogging is more work than I'm able to handle anymore." I took a month to think things over and at least for now, Lost Coast Post remains open.
While thinking about the future of this space, I painted a toadstool. It was one of those cheap, seasonal greenware projects from Michaels with little, if any, relation to "fine art." However, I lost myself completely in that toadstool. I splattered white paint onto its scarlet red cap and antiqued the stem - burnt sienna over cream. I dutifully applied three coats of exterior satin varnish so it could withstand the whims of Lost Coast weather. Right at this moment, it is planted alongside a struggling jade in my balcony garden, covered in raindrops but bright and enduring.
I'd like to be like that too - always bright and enduring - but I'm not. I get tired, frustrated, speechless, and guarded. So I pull away. I reevaluate. I take time to steady my stance before I dive back into whatever has thrown me off balance. Such as it is with blogging. In the last several months, my artistic life has taken off in unexpected, unfamiliar, exciting, scary directions. It has turned deeply personal as I unlock an imagination and cast of characters stifled for years. I have one dear, sweet, very close art friend with whom I can easily share this new journey but otherwise, my first impulse is to shelter this new flame, to give it time to gain traction and strength before I expose it to the world. And you know what? I may never be ready to make this new art public. That is a possibility too.
So that reality leaves me at odds with this blog. The internet has become sort of a scary place as of late. I'm sooo over Pinterest and its black-booted tromping over artists' copyright. Now, right up front, I'll say that most have pinned from this blog and done so in a thoughtful, respectful manner. You know who you are and I thank you - bravo and well played!. But as the old saying goes, it only takes one bad apple...and I bet that somewhere, deep down, you know who you are as well. As I play and experiment and open up my heart to tender places long ignored, I don't feel like taking on the extra burden of exposing my work to either the innocently ignorant or the deliberately devious.
That leaves me with a huge question, one that I pondered mightily whilst painting a toadstool: what purpose does Lost Coast Post now serve in my artistic life? I still have work that I am willing to post but even that feel likes it has reached the zenith of its "interestingness." My time and energy are very limited so everything I do needs to have a reason and for a little while, I thought maybe there was no further reason to blog.
I think, however, I have spied a new direction for Lost Coast Post. I want to sharpen my focus more closely on ways to build a fulfilling artistic life in spite of chronic illness. I think I've done that very indirectly over the last six years but I believe that I have more to say and give on this topic. I'm not an expert but I've been in the trenches since the late 80s, fighting the doom & gloom of doctors, the doubts and naysaying, both internal and external, that seem to bombard someone dealing with chronic conditions. Maybe what I have to say on that topic will be worthwhile to someone. Maybe the art I do post will continue to inspire a reader or two. If so, I will be happy. I'm not ready to hit the "delete" button on this little space quite yet.
PS...Please don't make any assumptions about who I am referring to when it comes to Pinterest. Any differences and conflicts over things incorrectly or inappropriately pinned/copied are always handled privately & directly. Let that be the last time the distasteful issue of Pinterest and/or copyright violations taints this space. I'm moving onward and upward!