Andrew J. Lederer

For all the whining about life-choices, this has, I suspect, been (though I hope it will be superseded) the best year of my life. Late last year I threw myself to the winds and the winds have blown me onto pretty satisfying ground.

The "Anthology" shows are drawing interest, I'm not entirely penniless and I'm not entirely alone. These are good (and different) things.

I wish good things for all of you as well

Stick with me. I'm not promising but it could be interesting.

Happy New Year and Lots of Love,
Andrew

Even as I waxed effusive about normal people yesterday, I knew I was being in some sense disingenuous, though the representation of my thought process was authentic.

Truth is, it was made abundantly clear to me that the happy normals I spent time with in Wales had made decisions that placed them on the opposite side of the compromise scale from where I sit but, still, they are on that scale. They wanted artistic lives of risk and excitement (like my package of vagabond whimsy) but decided that too much comfort could be lost by taking those rides.

Thus, they probably sit awake wondering about the lives they could have had, just as I wonder about the domestic seductions they represent. But that doesn't mean the compromise scales are balanced when our notions are weighed against each other.

That my opposite numbers have regrets does not mean my choices are as good as theirs.