It's a new day, a Monday...I've found a place for the 1,000 nagging cranes and started my car on the Road to Wellville.
Good signs. I guess I'll start.
Good signs. I guess I'll start.
I'm blogging because I'm a 32-year-old Art PA on a mission to keep myself occupied on my own terms. I am lucky to have been involved with quality projects rather than Scheiss, but Art PAing is still Art PAing. As I slowly acquire the necessary days to prove myself worthy of IATSE Local 800 (insert rant about necessary evils here), my morale wavers minute-to-minute from inspired to bored to frustrated to stripped bare. In the past I've found outlets in the form of other peoples' projects.
Now I love other people as much as the next slightly jaded 32 year-old Art PA, but at a certain point--too often, too soon--my original interest in the project becomes entangled in a web of logistics, personalities, production difficulties, miscommunication, lack of help and day jobs. Sometimes these things grind to a halt with everyone deflated, wondering where we lost our way...
Maybe the problems are exacerbated by my being a little bit older, being aware of what one could do if one had the time and could really communicate...I think if I were the 20-year-old I wish I had been, I would be fearless and empowered.
Now I love other people as much as the next slightly jaded 32 year-old Art PA, but at a certain point--too often, too soon--my original interest in the project becomes entangled in a web of logistics, personalities, production difficulties, miscommunication, lack of help and day jobs. Sometimes these things grind to a halt with everyone deflated, wondering where we lost our way...
Maybe the problems are exacerbated by my being a little bit older, being aware of what one could do if one had the time and could really communicate...I think if I were the 20-year-old I wish I had been, I would be fearless and empowered.
But while I am often a mystery to myself, I do know that I won't lie to myself about what I like and--more or less--what role I want myself to play. So I'm taking a stab at starting a little business in which I make things that are fun and other people can afford. What I hope to accomplish, shorter term:
--give myself an outlet for all that project-creation energy
--create a little income and temp less between gigs
--finish things...that I can be proud of
--learn new techniques and skills
I'll start with textiles and paper and move on--hopefully--to furniture and...??? I'd like to create things with a sense of humor or at least fun. I want recycling to be a huge part of it. I want to work giving something back into the financial structure.
It will start small, and hopefully I will dig deep and find the chutzpah to continue. Wish me luck.
--create a little income and temp less between gigs
--finish things...that I can be proud of
--learn new techniques and skills
I'll start with textiles and paper and move on--hopefully--to furniture and...??? I'd like to create things with a sense of humor or at least fun. I want recycling to be a huge part of it. I want to work giving something back into the financial structure.
It will start small, and hopefully I will dig deep and find the chutzpah to continue. Wish me luck.
2 comments:
Good luck! I look forward to hearing about all your art department adventures. And your blog title is hilarious.
OX OX!
I agree with mh: Awesome blog title (though I have a penchant for word play, as you know).
I can't wait to hear about your new enterprises.
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