The Value of a Deadline

August seemed so far away when the offer came in December to have a solo art show. It's July 15 and there is a fairly good chance that I will actually deliver the promised art works on the delivery date of July 27. After what now seem like the most carefree weeks and months of my life all through the first 3 months of the year I came to my senses around the end of April and realized the sheer amount of work it would take to produce 12 to 15 new works of art. I rolled up my sleeves, turned up my Tom Petty play list and started throwing some paint around. The works are nearly ready for delivery, but not without some significant blood, sweat and tears. Literally - blood, sweat and tears. And also satisfaction. Nothing like a deadline to make it real.

I find it hard to work 'neat'.