So, I got home from New York Monday afternoon. Since then I’ve been recovering from the worse case of jetlag I've had since Tokyo. The trip was amazing, the show looked great, and the opening was well attended. I should be all butterflies and rainbows right? Nope. Instead I feel like a zombie.
On June 18th I hop back on a plane and head to San Francisco for the opening of Double Exposure: African Americans Before and Behind the Camera at MoAD. I'm happy to be in the show with so many amazing fancy-pants artists, and I'm happy to be going to SF, but I'm also suddenly feeling a bit overwhelmed and generally listless. I'm sure it's a combination of jetlag, fatigue, and "post-show blues", but I feel awful!
I mean really really HORRIBLE!
My other artist friends keep reassuring me that it’ll pass, and I know they’re right. After the week long adrenaline rush that is NYC, and the show, all the non-stop talking to people, all the phone calls, and all the meetings and appointments, I had to come down sometime. I just didn’t think it would be this…..crappy. Dude, I think I have an adrenaline hang-over.
Luckily, tomorrow we leave for a much needed week-long vacation to Malta. I plan to lay side by side on the beach with my FrenchBoy and read a pile of books I’ve been meaning to get around to for more than 6 months now. And I’m thrilled to say that not one of them is remotely art related.