An overcast, wicked hot and humid Ohio summer morning. Air thick and soupy against skin.
A path I never encountered in a place that feels like home.
Inviting, yet dark. Scary. Unknown.
When I launched Color Modern, it was a mere germ of an idea. Vague. Not fully formed. I tried to force it conform. It resisted. Mightily.
Every task a trial. Disappointment and dismay. Much as it sucked, rejection was the best thing that happened. Pieces rejected from shows, were accepted to shows better aligned with my work. A medium I once thought the best, for me, proved a pinchy fit and replaced improbably by another.
Once I surrendered control, things improved dramatically. Opportunities presented. Skills sharpened. Mentors appeared. Color Modern clarified and formed a distinct entity: Contemporary Environmental Art.
2016 has been an unbelievable journey. I still do not know where that path will lead. But it's in a place that feels like home.