I've been holding off telling about this, as it is probably the biggest thing to happen this year. Over the summer I was accepted to be an artist in residence at the Museum of Art and Design (MAD) in Colubmus Circle, right at the corner of Central Park (8th Avenue and 59th Street).
The orientation was when I met the other artists. Six of us, in all. Two others are ceramic artists. One is a glass artist. And another works in a multi-media fashion with an interesting use of technology. As usual, I am the only male in the group. The orientation did not take more than a couple hours, but I wished it had continued on longer since this was the only chance I had to talk with the other artists. Now, I don't know much about the other groups of artists that have been at MAD in the past, but we seem like a very good group, social with one another, accommodating and pleasant. We even email each other in a group and are looking to find a time that we can all catch up. I'll try to press the issue because I really do enjoy each person.
The residency began the first week of September. For me, it was Wednesday, September 8th. I am scheduled to arrive by 10 am until 5 pm. But, I try to get in earlier. Usually around 9 am. And I like to stick around until after 6. This hasn't been the case every Wednesday.
The first day was a bit stressful, but not because of any demands. All the stress and anxiety came from my own wondering mind. I remember I barely slept the night before as questions, hopes, fears and the unknown filled my mind. When I began, I set up with hesitation, as I was not certain how I wished visitors to see my work and me working. I started off slow as I was not sure exactly how to introduce myself or how to begin conversations. On top of which several employees (mainly guards) not knowing who I was asking me questions, telling me I was not aloud to go here or there. I began to feel isolated.
By the end of the first day I was extremely exhausted, having worked on my art and talked with visitors all day. But, I found I was very pleased to spend time talking to people that were interested in my work. Besides elevating my ego I realized I had absolutely nothing to worry about. My interactions with visitors was intensive and genuine. Communicating is one thing I truly love doing. Especially if it means talking about my art and philosophies.
Now that I am a month into the residency I feel very comfortable. Everyone knows my face and is glad to see me. In return, I am ecstatic to see them and be there. What a wonderful environment! And many things said to me by visitors and employees have worked to create an even more positive experience.
Of course, being in this residency has taught me a lot already. I've been a good talker and listener, but I've learned several subtle aspects of communicating and networking.
Also, I'll end this posting by saying I am meeting some extremely interesting people from all over the world. Just this past week I met a woman and her husband from Brazil, who want me to come visit and give a demonstration or workshop in her studio. I met another woman that want's me to give a paper clay demonstration at a Co-op in Chelsea. And several people have been interested in purchasing work.
I am in a good place.
