Friday, December 30, 2011
Dog Heart Scratchboard Art
Yesterday I burned a bridge. Well, let's just say it was already hanging by a thread, and was dangerous to cross on anyway, so it needed burning. The story behind this? I told someone who was on the board of a wonderful art organization I was involved with here that they and the rest of the board squandered and mismanaged a perfectly good group. They ran it into the ground. Am I sorry? Yes, I'm sorry they did what they did. Me, not sorry for speaking my mind. Wish I would have done it sooner. And I wish there had been something all of us could have done to stop the decline. Oh well. Life goes on. My studio is at home now. I look out the window at the birds at the bird feeder, and I try to think up good ideas for future art works.