Since the head massage was short, I threw in a 1/2 hour foot massage, too. So I was relaxed from head to toe. Very nice. Only problem is I lathered my hair 4 times to get the oil out, and my hair still looked greasy the rest of the day.
Tomorrow we travel back home. A 5 to 6 hour trip to look forward to, over rough(ish) roads. But it will be nice to be back in our home again. Here, kitty, kitty, kitty!
We attended a friend's art exhibit opening tonight. He did a good job, it looked great, and seemed to be very well received.
Part of me wants to enter into that world, but part of me doesn't. They have been pulling all-nighters, forgetting to eat, doing everything in a communal, group, last-minute type way. I remember times like that, working on theater productions. It doesn't have as much appeal to me any more. It just makes me feel tired. I have known what it's like to eat, sleep and breathe something, and it just doesn't seem good to me any more.
Anyway, I have always seen art more as an individual, solitary pursuit. I don't quite get this collaborative work-together fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants approach. I have always preferred to be more isolated, more deliberate. Even when doing sets, I would cherish the late nights when everyone would be in bed, and I would have the theater to myself. That's the only time I could really relax and let it flow.
But then again, I have always felt like a lousy fine artist. I create commercially, on demand. I have never done art just for "art's sake." Don't get me wrong; I have to create, it just needs to have some purpose, some reason.
A lot of stuff I see today that's "real" or "raw" just doesn't appeal to me. There's so much ugliness and chaos in the world already. Why add to it by making ugly art? Make something beautiful. Something peaceful. Something that gives hope. Something that makes the world a better place.
Stop trying to make a statement. Make beauty.
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