I've been working my way through a list of things that scare me. I didn't realize I was doing it until recently, but I am. On that list are things like...
- submit my work to an exhibit juried by the legendary Hedi Kyle (I did, and both pieces got in)
- apply for a summer residency (will find out next week)
- take my first crack at "jurying in" as a studio artist at the Torpedo Factory (will find out tomorrow)
- have surgery next week to fix the ruptured ACL in my left knee (steady as I go, nerves in check and looking forward to putting this behind me)
- tell my husband what I really want (to transition my career - and income - to artist and put an addition on our house).
So there. I've not perished by doing any of this. In fact, I feel darned solid. On a bit of a roll. And my guess is that when something doesn't work out the way I hope, I'll still be fine. Now what I find really interesting about all of this are the themes that are emerging: renovation, repair, rebuilding, new "additions." Sounds like a new artist book in the making.