I’ve been consumed in paint for the last week. Several pieces I’ve churned out – have made me smile. Several have created a feeling of frustration: Epic failures. Hey, they can’t all be winners, right?
I’ve been painting for a new gallery on Royal. All local artists and flavor with a very Salon feel. At any given time there are 3 to 4 artists painting in the courtyard – as customers come in and out. It’s too soon to call it…but the grand opening is coming up, and who knows of the endless possibilities? I love the atmosphere. I enjoy creating with others present. Artists to bounce ideas off of – and so on. Seems we all have something to bring to the table – without changing each other’s work. I feel a new sense of community brewing.
I will continue to have my Internet sales. My loyal customers may not fear…I have a wide range of work coming out, varying in price.
This might be the break I’ve been working towards: Off the fence. When I was in Portland, I had my cards read – by a woman who is a professional card-reader. She’s the real deal – not a tourist attraction. Anyway…it was the best reading I’ve ever had. I’m on the right path, although I have my doubts…I’m on the right path. Just keep truckin’. I took this reading to heart. I have not dismissed it nor forgot what the cards implied. Considering five different decks were used…and all my cards gave the same message, I’m going to keep doing what I’m doing.
Ha! So much for the quiet part of my evening – the pups are playing, barking at the neighbor, Joe, and Frida just dropped a huge deuce on the balcony. They’re having fun – and that’s fabulous. But bedtime is just around the corner. I swear this is just like having toddlers all over again. Bless their little hearts. Fuck it, bless my heart as well.