The amount with which I have felt this week is substantial. I began the week waking in my best friends house. She and her husband are my son's godparents. I haven't laughed and smiled that hard in ages. I then taught a workshop on Sunday night to a mixture of adults and children, feeling as accomplished as ever. The next morning I was featured on WKAN The Bill and Allison Morning show, achieving a certain level of "rock star" that I had always dreamed of. I then had dinner with a good friend of mine on the way home from Boston, and got turned around on the T because I forgot to read the station that we entered at. I then drove home and walked through my front door expectant of two of my greatest friends greeting me, but only one did and the other never will again. It has been a tumultuous turn to say the least.
The show in Kankekee seems like a great example of a small community within a tiny city rallying around the visual arts. The citizens seem open and eager to talk to new people with new ideas. It was quite refreshing working within the space. It also seemed rather fitting to be on the radio in reference to a show in which I had hung a large installation piece depicting stereos and radios. Here is a link to the interview in full.
Ultimately, when I arrived home, I found my beloved feline friend, Cedric curled in his spot on the couch, dead. I am so immensely saddened by this as the two of us have been through so much together. I wish him the best in the kitty heaven that was awaiting him.
It's back to studio as normal tomorrow. I'm hoping getting in the swing again will help.