...painting still sitting on easel...pretty sure those eyes are glaring at me now...but...I just got....distracted...some more...
Per usual...awake at 7am. What in the world is wrong with me that I can't sleep in?! So I head to the 'studio kitchen'...take a look at the chaos...straighten up a little and think to myself...today I am going to paint that big canvas. Maybe I will finish. So, sun is up, I am up...the stage is set to be productive...(right)
...well, then....I get a little carried away organizing...I am such a visual person that I can't start working until there is a little order, even if I know I am going to make a total mess...so here I am, shifting, sorting, grouping...some time passes...and then I decide I need another table so I don't keep hijacking the one we use for the laptop...so I set that up...and the 'studio' is creeping into the dining room...
..and then I decided that I had to get all of these paintings up and on a wall somewhere, so I made an impromtu art gallery in the second bedroom......and then...painted some wooden plaques...
...so then...why not decorate for Christmas? Sure!
...ten wooden plaques, seven 12x12 holiday trees in progress, a Chi Omega plaque for cousin Jen...assorted sparkly things all over the apartment to signal that the holidays are here...and the painting...is just...sitting there. on the easel. so forgiving. sigh.
Admittedly, I did venture out, well, to Michael's. Only because I woke up at 7 from my turkey and stuffing-induced coma...and only because I can walk there. I must say, it wasn't bad first thing in the morning. Hardly anyone there, got some msc. sparkly items and made my way home...only to move almost everything from the 'kitchen studio' to the porch...kind of a mini pilgrimage of sorts...guess I started to paint around 8-9am? Can't remember. I worked on the large tree painting, some 12x12 holiday trees, my wooden plaques...got side tracked with fur and sequins...ran out of hot glue...made two additional trips to Michael's...think I even passed out on the couch for twenty minutes at some point...and stayed outside til the sun went down, felt like a kid playing outside til I heard mom yelling for me to come in...finally hittin' a stride with my painting...then I packed it all up, moved everything inside, prepped a small travel art bag and headed down south for a girls art night with the other Tipsy Art girls...that was my Black Friday.
Below...pics from another fabulous, sparkly art night. Friends, paint, rhinestones...what's not to love?
...so...the almost all-night creative binge caught up with me...came home, napped...napped again...finally felt productive enough go for a run and make a trip to Publix and Michael's...then sat for a couple of hours on the couch, watching football and painting the base color on some ornaments and adding some patterns to the wooden plaques, with my cats keeping me company.
By the way, SD Chargers not happy with the outcome of that game...boo.
Another eventful girl's art night with Jessie...basically painted from 6pm to 4:30am...and I have not idea why my body insists on getting up at 8am....probably going to be sleepy later.
Our creative space is getting bigger, we went from one small square table to the square table, two large rectangle tables and the island in the kitchen. Quite the production, but well worth it.
Jessie's focus- these cool Erté-inspired-retro-fabulous-glam ladies that are going to have the most Christmas-crazy hair... these are seriously going to be amazing...can't wait to see them finished!
For me...mass produced chaos, per usual. I have an ornament order of 35 pieces that I want to mail out next week, it is for my friend's team in VA. I think I have been painting ornaments for her team for 4? 5? years now? Not sure. Every year the team has a different 'theme'...this year is magic. I went with a rabbit in a hat holding a megaphone. So, 35 of those all finished, just waiting for the names...I also doctored up some of my leftover owl ornaments to become FAU owls...painted some small wooden plaques...and was inspired to start some whimsy Christmas trees on some 12x12 canvases that I had left over from the last ANE show...
Today....got to pack up this show and head home...
I want to take a moment and write about a date that is branded into my heart, November 16th. No matter what I am doing on this date, I always feel the weight of what it has meant to me and to so many others…the empty space created. November 16, 1995 is the date that Amy Elizabeth German was killed in a car accident on her way to school. Senior year. We had our whole lives in front of us, feeling the power of being almost 18 years old with nothing but milestones in our future. Amy was many things to many people. She was the only child of John and Jennifer, close friend to many, musician, fierce beautiful spirit. To me, she was my best friend.
There is not a day that goes by that I don’t think of Amy, but November 16th is always the tough, because the bad memories of that day always rush back…being in the office by accident when they received the phone call about the accident… hearing them pronounce her name wrong…sitting in art class working on a self portrait and having a hard time with the colored pencils because my eyes kept filling with tears…the ride with my mom to the hospital, not knowing how bad it was…thinking that maybe she would be in a wheel chair and we would have to put rhinestones and flames on the sides…then…just…being…there… in that room… hearing the news. More than my own hurt, was the anguish of her parents…I think I could actually hear hearts break that day…and the rest was a blur….going into her room later that day and feeling like there was a presence missing…her grandfather Dillon coming and putting his hand on my shoulder…sitting down to pet Bo and Boo, her cats, and then crying because it felt like they knew she was gone…the funeral…standing room only…these are the things that flash by my eyes…and I hate November 16th because that is the day that Amy was taken away.
This year for the 16th I had made plans to participate in the Art Nouveau Harry Potter event. I second guessed doing this event…like I should just stay at home. But I think that Amy would want me to make art, especially on this date. So I did. And I will keep making art. I feel so much love and inspiration when I am creating, like I am making something that has the potential to create a small space of beauty for someone, somewhere. I don’t know if I am idealistic, or silly, but that is how I feel. The act of creating art calms something in my soul…and it is just something that I feel I have to do. So I participated in the event, and I am glad that I did. I will write about that in another post.
Much of the work that I have created over the years have specifically related to Amy, and in some ways every time I pick up a pencil, paintbrush, or needle and thread I am in some way making a tribute to my friend. Since her passing, others have gone….Oacie…Dillon…Lucy…each time someone leaves I feel that it makes me want to remember them somehow in my art. I paint angels sometimes...I like to think that those people that I love never really left…I do figurative work because I feel like love is within the human spirit, and beyond any religion my spirituality is based on love and kindness…the relationships that we have with others….I work with saturated color because I feel that the color shows life and vitality. Most recently I have been working with the tree form…thinking about the larger human family tree and the connections we all share. One of those connections…loss. Everyone out there has lost someone and can relate, even though the individual experiences are distinct. I deal with loss with my art.
I don’t know what I would do without my art, and after really making an effort to create the time to, well, create…I don’t know any other way. So yeah, November 16h…for me represents the loss...but more so is November 17th….this is the space that I live in…the day after when I have to figure out how I can keep the memory alive.
....just...paintin'...feels like Heracles to trying to slay the Hydra...instead of the heads coming back seems like I see another painting that I need to do when I think I am making progress...or spot to touch up....deep breaths...
...still working on the pieces for the Harry Potter show...
bit by bit...will get the work DONE.
....called for some inspiration from my 'experts'...thank you to Ashley and Siddhi for your input!!!
Now, time to sleep!
...just a gal trying to get this art out of my soul to share with the world on a DAILY basis...no big deal...check out my ramblings!-JLG