Lately I have been feeling more like a working artist. Everything seems based around the practice. Refining it a bit and archiving old work through the holiday. The archiving feels boring but good. It’s driven by a feeling I've had for some time: if I took my own work as seriously as client work things could be different. I think in the end I would like to try a more serious artist life. I suppose the thing that maybe made me cringe when I lived in NY. I don't know what this looks like: exhibitions, a gallery, a studio? I'm not sure. Though I do feel like I've found a path outside of the gallery world and I find that special. I find the gallery world so separate from life it's a bit disturbing. And if you really look closely at it, it's just a stock market and artists are these pawns. I guess knowing that makes me happy to not be a part of it.