Needless to say: this year has been interesting in a number of ways. At the end of October Yours Truly will be moving back to West Virginia for a few months while the Old Man does his beer brewing internship with the American Craft Brewer's Guild, and then after that....who the hell knows where DKP will end up. This has made for some interesting conditions. It's hard to start on new, big projects when you know you're going to be moving, and possible cut off from a press, for a few months. It also makes applying for portfolio exchanges tough as well, especially when you get invited near your moving date.
It sucks is what I'm trying to say.
2013 is turning to be all about transition and waiting. Things kind of have to be on hold while other things are on the move. That's not to say I haven't worked on shit and been active making prints: I've just been scaling back and not being as aggressive as usual. Also: money. You know, moving costs and shit. We've been cutting back in order to prepare for an eventual move and this has meant that I haven't been able to roll around selling my wares and buying wigs. I understand why and it needs to be done.
It still kind of sucks.
I guess I just have this fear that if I'm nit always out there at the shows and the workshops and the events that DKP will lose what little relevancy it has. It's a tough world, a tough market, and you gotta keep swimming. I keep telling myself that this is just a temporary stasis and once Mr. Puto and I settle down after he lands a brewing job then it's full steam a head. I guess if there were a tarot card for this time it would be either the Four of Swords or the Hanged Man.
You can sleep when you're dead, son!
And its not just the waiting either: some amazing people have suddenly left, people who should have lived forever because they burned with a fire so hot it could ignite the sky. Certain people, and animals, should never have to die. They leave holes in me, a vacuum, and Nature fucking hates a vacuum. It's a painful ache and heavy blackness that settles in the pit of your lungs and occupies the airspace. It hurts to breathe sometimes.
After Sake left I found myself turning to Quantum Physics for answers (HAH!). I started with Schrödinger's Cat because you know, cats, and then...All the uncertainties that Quantum Physics points to, that nothing is really concrete and that there are an infinite combination of universes and realities actually...gives me comfort. I don't know.
I cut this block after he died. It was something I needed to do, something that needed to be made. Schrödinger's Cat promises simultaneous Quantum Suicide and Quantum Immortality. When they rolled back the rock of Christ's Tomb, this cat stepped out and laid down some serious shit. Schrödinger's Cat is the only scientifically valid 'Christ-Figure' who doesn't demand obedience, love, or your money. He is both Risen and Dead and yet Doesn't Even Exists while Existing Everywhere.
Someday I'll open up an empty cardboard box and maybe Stiglitz will jump out because shit, why the fuck not?
I'm at a point where an infinite number of possibilities will be laid out before me, and in the Quantum sense, I get to choose all of them. Fucking wild, man. Think about it.