I promised myself I wouldn’t write one of those “sorry I haven’t written” posts, but here it is.

It’s been an interesting summer. I was doing very well until I experienced something that took the wind right out of my sails. It’s not worth going into detail here. But while the rational side of me is able to learn from the experience and grow, the sensitive artist-type inside me is feeling — I’ll be brutally honest here — crippled and shamed.

I have no doubt that I’ll recover myself and get back on track. But I have much to sort out. I’ve started acupuncture with a wonderful practitioner of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and I am taking creative comfort in my photography. I think I’m starting to find my “voice” in that area (if that makes any sense). And I’m looking forward to the next great challenge, wherever it comes from.

The bottom line is: I didn’t go to school for commercial art. I studied photography, print-making, video, performance, art history and critical theory. My current means of expression, design, isn’t just a means to an end or just a job. It is a passion. While I don’t spend wads of time reading design essays and theory, I think about everything I interact with every minute of every day. Fonts, colors, shape, etc. A problem to be solved. And though I may not have the technical skills to practice my avocation in the most efficient manner, the point is that I know my instincts are sound.

I love what I do, and I want what I do to matter to people. I don’t want to make a thing that looks like everything else. It is not the easiest (or most lucrative) path to take. But it’s the one that feels right to me.