No, I have not expired, gone into hiding, or given up.
I continue to be the idiot artist struggling toward the light, with bloody knees and singed hair, a slightly crazed look and a slow, determined pace.
These last months have been, so far, the most difficult I can remember. Your artist is tired and sad, but not hopeless, and even now I recognize there have been bright glimpses of better days ahead.
I'll be leaving for VCon on Oct 1st. I'll be a bit raw around the edges, but deeply inspired. If I'm very lucky, it will all balance to the good. Dispite all, I tend to be able to turn things around. I'm not terribly worried and look forward to spending some time with the folk there.
The work continues to be good, when we can get to it.
So. There we are. Ben and I are pretty wrung out but are looking forward to the convention. Spencer will have another surgery tomorrow but is working in the studio as I type this. Poppet Planet continues to spin along on its axis while we humans try to make sense of things.
There is a book in here somewhere.
Now, I'm going to eat this little box of Whoppers I bought for myself last week. Then I'm going to sleep.
I feel human, humble and present in all these moments.
They are what they are. Whatever you're doing, I wish you well.