Hatching the egg

Easter was fun. We had a small brunch party with our upstairs neighbors and friends, collaging and hiding eggs, drinking prosecco and eating all day long. The core of the party- four of us that were in it for the entire day- went to the tracks near here where I collect old metal stuff, we put a bunch of big spirals and stuff in the car to make a sculpture garden in the back garden. Much adventure- and surprise!- was had. Russell at first couldn't believe what I really had in mind was for us to haul out junk- it took a while to sink in and he kept laughing about it. Pete took pictures of what couldn't be carried out and seemed to have discovered a new playground. He really wanted to do something with the old industrial size laundry cart. We told him he needed to come up with a class project involving the tracks.
My first show is May 5-6 at the Somerville Open Studios. I've finished the pieces I had committed to for myself, and now have time to clean up and make some new things, and think about exactly how to do the installation.
I can't seem to decide what to identify myself as anymore. Last year on the tax forms, I put writer, this year artist. I have too many interests, and too much freedom, to be any one thing so far. But one day I think I will stop all this back and forth, and be relieved to have found the routine that I can rest in. Sometimes I think maybe it would be good to be a professor, at least there you know what you are committed to every day, and it does matter to other people. Working for free, working anonymously, you live in your own little elf world and scurry around inside of it alone, building things that are invisible and hearing things that no one else hears.