All about the Art

Art Art Bo Bart Banana Fana Fo Fart Me My Mo Mart, Art.  Remember that little ditty?  (It's as funny to write as it is to say). I cannot believe it's been a month since my last post. What happened?  It's all Art's fault.  


I entered a juried art show, first time ever, (I've got more to say about that later) and I was accepted as a member of an art gallery, the Art Gallery of Viera.  Seems like not such a big deal, but it is, to me. One day I'm just sittin' around and writing on my blog and going to art salon meetings every two weeks, and the next thing I know I'm so busy I'm runnin' around with my hair on fire. (Feels like it anyway) 


Oh, and I forgot to mention the little game I downloaded, Zuma. I don't know why I got that game, it's not like I don't have anything else to do but sit here and shoot at these little balls. Red, green, blue, purple...and when I get to the higher levels, which isn't that often, white balls start rolling around. It seems like shooting at these things helps me organize, in the back of my mind, all the other stuff.  Does this happen to anybody else? 


I have my drawings that I'm working on. Three commissions, and one Christmas present. I love drawing, don't get me wrong, it's just that I can only sit and draw for so long and then I have to get up and do something else. I love looking at all the nuances of a nose or lips or eyes, the shapes that make up a face or hair. It's all good stuff. After awhile though my hands just get tired, especially if I'm covering alot of space with the darker shades. I draw on the back porch, or if it's really chilly, I'll sit in the kitchen at the counter because I don't have an official studio.


Then I get the big idea I need to make stuff for Christmas, some for the gallery and some for family and friends. I've got out my felt, and made a couple of ornaments. (One has already sold at the gallery, I'll be able to take that trip to Rio now!) And I got out my sculpey and tried making some ornaments,but they aren't that good. Sometimes I think I've lost the knack for sculpture, I don't know for sure, but I'll keep trying.  


Seems like I do this every Christmas, I get all these ideas and try and hurry to make everything in time. Now that I go to the Gallery and work my 4 shifts a month, it seems like I don't have enough time.  But I do have enough time, I just need to slow down and tell myself it's enough. I mean who's in control here anyway? I've had this niggling thought that I need, I mean HAVE TO make stuff.  


Through the years I've always had some project to work on. Last year I started a tapestry, a cute little puppy. I won't be making another one of those, it about killed me to finish it.  I wonder what it is about taking on a new project, what is it really about. Is it just my nature to challenge myself with something new? What happens when the new thing isn't all it's cracked up to be?  Do projects help me deal with life in some way?  All questions I've been asking myself, ever since I became an official artist.  


Well, I just realized that blogging helps me figure stuff out way better than playing Zuma. It's like talking out loud, sometimes just hearing the thoughts can clarify a situation, or crystallize an issue.  I have been keeping my issues pretty close to the heart lately, guess it's time to take em out and dust them off, what do ya think?  


So, I'll be back soon, to tell you more about the Art.