There's a funny paradox happening for me right now. I think I'm starting to make some of the best and most meaningful paintings I've ever made. They're autobiographical, quieter, and frankly not very sexy.
When I post them, some of my collectors and friends totally get what I'm doing, which makes me really happy. But in general they get fewer of the dopamine likes and comments than some of my more meretricious nudes. Pretty much exactly what I predicted would happen.
The weird thing is, I don't really care. I'm so happy making these paintings. I think I'm finally getting somewhere I really want to go.
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