This sums up what I am asking from myself as I reflect a late night, last minute deadline of submission into a 2 year residency studio program. I actually hit the send button at 11:51 PM, (yes, midnight deadline). This would be a great honor and propel me to independent wings. This last week, I sought out studio space in this big ol' city, which were not always pleasant. In one such place, I accidentally stepped on a dead rat.
The studios that were nice, had an extreme price. Those that fit my budget, were cold and disgusting, as in filth. I have one more appointment tomorrow. And if the time is right for a stip onto a higher platform, in this city of dreams, then I have found my path. I will know in mid-February my outcome and until then, I will pray for fate to smile my way...in that perfect place...she has in mind.
Update: I did not get the residency and lost my sweet brother instead. Been a hell of a year.