Today I am twenty-six, which isn’t terribly old, but it’s past the point of shrugging my age off as “young”. I have a wife, a child, a (terrible) job, a BFA from the University of Kansas, pending graduate school applications (which are daunting and nerve-wracking beyond belief), a slightly-stuttering studio practice, no current exhibition prospects or opportunities, and apparently you guys who follow me, which is wonderful.
So by the time I’m thirty, I’d like an MFA. I’d like to have been in New American Painting. I’d like to have continued to add at least a couple shows each year to my CV. I’d like a show on a coast, even if it isn’t New York or LA. I’d very much like to not be living in Kansas anymore.
Let’s see what happens.