The first time I mentioned AMOCA (American Museum of Ceramic Art) I was visiting my friend from college, Heidi and dropping off (or I think I said dumping off- thanks Tony!) work to be sold there. I was taking some time off and visiting my girlfriend.
Now I live here. Now I work at AMOCA. I've nestled into my new life. I've dealt with the changes and adjustments. It's been almost a year since I moved and things are good. I love my home, my girlfriend, my dog and my job.
It's so busy. It's much different then how I was living a few years ago. For starters I'm not sleeping on Perry's couch anymore. Not that it was bad. It was awesome. Things just feel more comfortable now. Or for instance.. when I get up to go to work...walk to the train..ride the train... then catch a bus.... commute for about an hour....then open up one of the nicest studios I've seen... sometimes I think about Helena, Missoula, Sonoma and Redlodge... thinking about those experiences living as a full time artist. All my friends and family.. I guess it's just remembering those times as really great times. And now I'm living another great time.
I'm busy. I'm busy in a new way. Before I'd be busting my ass to have work ready for a show. Or busting my ass to have enough work for a firing or some kind of deadline. Now I'm busting my ass for a community of really wonderful people. I've committed myself to making this place the best I can make it... and lordy am I learning so much. I'm learning how to work with people, with co-workers, bosses... bosses bosses, board members..all that. It's a whole new ball game but the subject and core of the game has never changed for me since I was in highschool: clay. That love, that commitment from such an early age... it's incredibly empowering. The studio, the pots... all pots.. all clay... It's just what I do.