I have a to do list as long as my arm, but my studio is quiet and here I am.
Just a little update today.
Company is coming to New Orleans in waves. And why not? New Orleans in the Spring is the best.
Raffi is beginning a large painting of his pets. He wants it to go with his 3-year-old painting of his family.
I gave him some student quality paints for the first layer. Besides the color, the paints themselves look drab. I ordered him some Liquitex paints for the next layers. They aren’t Golden, but they are nice.
My Gator in the Hen House is still in progress. I have spent many hours on this. I will continue to paint it until I am happy with every inch.
This is why I am a little late with my list today.
This is super fun. I have painted the darks. I think her hair will be full of fun stuff. Maybe butterflies, bugs, a bird? I don’t know yet.
I didn’t really think it would happen that I am accepted to Bayou Boogaloo. In the application they asked for a picture of my tent. I wrote that I did not have a tent yet, I have never been part of a festival, but rest assured, it will be fabulous. I figured this was a shot in the dark . It is a big art and music festival along the bayou by City Park. It runs for 3 days, May 16, 17 and 18th. I haven’t slept well since I found out.
When I start becoming too anxious about life and I can’t calm down by thinking that my life is pretty good, I write. I found out by writing that it is the outlay of money that is making me anxious. You know how they say you have to spend money to make money? I have to use the communal money from my marriage to fund this new adventure, i.e.. my sweet darlin’s income.
Before I started making art as my full-time profession, I bought a lot of art supplies just for fun. I had to remember fun. So I put my worries aside and started a new, easy painting. In this painting, I will paint intuitively. No learning curve.
I do like to learn how to paint a chicken with an expression of fear. I like to analyze what chicken feathers flying off the chicken might look like. I like to figure out how to paint a swaggering alligator walking toward me. I was becoming too tight. (Imagine wearing a t-shirt two sizes too small.)
I want to paint with abandon. Reclaim joy.
I know it will be a woman. I know she has a lot on her mind. I think she has wild hair.
Anyway, that’s where I am. Regaining joy.
I have never been a fan of journaling. But in a pinch, it is a good way to find out why your head is spinning.
I almost forget what it is like to live somewhere else in the world. For two weeks it has been Mardi Gras here in New Orleans. It is so all-encompassing that I forget what y’all might be doing elsewhere. I checked my email and Facebook solely for Mardi Gras information, costume design ideas and what parades and balls everyone is going to.
At midnight on Fat Tuesday Mardi Gras STOPS. Now, it is Lent.
We are all back to our regular lives. As regular as they get in New Orleans.
Where Y’Art is a local artists collective. You can always find me on-line with them and throughout the year out in the community at sponsored events. I am hopeful that this will expose my art to collectors, so I don’t need to promote myself by myself. The two women who started Where Y’Art have inspired energy and great ideas for expansion. I am honored to be included.
My first community adventure is at the Pinchapalooza on April 6th in Bucktown. We are going there as a group of 10 artists. (I’ll keep you posted.)