Absent or Away
My whole life has been about being present for other people. For myself I feel very small, almost nonexistent. In curating I became professionally active with the artists, the gallery, the press, and even the gallery going public. I had a role. Now my role is much more narrowly defined. I feel the limits pressing down upon me. When I am away on vacation there is some succor from this pressure. I can convince myself that I deserve it even though I have so many regrets about a failure to be present in mynpast life as the sort of writer I always wanted to be. I am currently struggling again to do this. The good fight none will ever know.