text /// Chris Rusak

03-20-10

The end of an era.

In what has to be one of the most ramshackle weeks I’ve ever experienced, cycles-of-life in real-time explode and display the inner workings of the universe as supernovas explode over here… counteracting new flora over there.

I could recap my whole week, but a summary is best. I was given severance from my employer this week, a welcomed solution to their capital problem and my time problem. I just returned from my first reception in San Francisco, for my first public exhibition of works, and I’m happy with the turnout and the response.

A dozen other strange, random occurrences peppered the past week as well, all events that I feel would have shaken me beyond acceptance and action if unfolded in my past. For whatever reason, a confidence and deference exists today that provides each event a welcomed and cacophonous reception, regardless of its inherent negativity.

For me, the rest of the weekend is a sort-of vacation, a chance to just breathe and be, lay back and let it go for a bit. I’m excited to get back to the three diptychs I started before I got word of the show, and before I began the framing/mounting projects, as well as prepare to undertake some new smaller and not-smaller works.

Another public thanks to everyone who helped, supported, appeared, or otherwise offered positive energy over the past few months. While the isolation and solitude that artists seek is important to their trade, the relations and connections they keep with the outer world fuel our desire to create. It is the vacillation between these places where beauty occurs, a live juxtaposition of the real and not, the vibration on which actual creation begins. Without my friends and acquaintances my fire would have burned out long before the sparks. I hope that they, and the public in general, can take with them a piece of the inspiration I put into my efforts.