tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319690451976836894.post1952137547286262796..comments2015-05-12T11:21:03.432-07:00Comments on Lees and Deat Sans Stamps: 80s-era Journal Collage - hoorayMiss Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07939895933517000667noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319690451976836894.post-14990491207325919022013-06-20T15:51:10.048-07:002013-06-20T15:51:10.048-07:00I don't know why but I loved that brown founta...I don't know why but I loved that brown fountain pen. And that is totally weird and amazing that we were going through our journals at the same time!Dee Seehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07732778914922191119noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319690451976836894.post-75367499714774104662013-06-20T15:47:34.553-07:002013-06-20T15:47:34.553-07:00I don't know that I was ever serious about art...I don't know that I was ever serious about art. I have no idea how to go about being serious. I've had a couple of very unprofessional shows, the last of which was in a cafe and so very anticlimactic, complete with being handed a belated check from a bored and put upon proprietor. The local critic here wrote something up in the local paper about my work and while that was exciting nothing came of it and now that's been a few years and I have not continued with whatever momentum that could have sparked. I am torpor personified. I think someone has to love your work and take you under their wing. Now the world is filled with artists and there are only so many wings and so many people to sell stuff to and I'm afraid my opportunity has come and gone. When I do work on things I do it without an eye toward anything but amusing myself. In some way that's better, but at the same time, wouldn't it be fab to be able to live off the creative work we do?Dee Seehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07732778914922191119noreply@blogger.com