My art show.
I was invited to be a part of a "Returning Artists" show for our local Arts Council in March. I agreed and then immediately wanted to punch myself in the face because who do I think I am? Superwoman? Or single without kids and with all the fucking time in the world? What makes me think that I have any business showing my art like a real artist or something? Bah!
But my family was behind me, and I got a nice little donation toward being able to frame some of my old work (mixed-media on paper- requires framing unless you like the look of thumb-tacks at the corners, which is how they've been hung for years but... you know... professionalism and all that silly jazz...). I spent Saturday in "the city" with my mum and Cole buying frames (FYI- not a lot of choices when your stuff is 41x27) and some new canvases and paints (canvases=don't need frames; new paints=is there a prettier site in art than brand new paints? It's like a new baby- all that POTENTIAL.).
On Monday I was a negligent mother and framed and painted the day away. I now have three old pieces in new frames to make them lovely and displayable, and one new piece that I am getting more excited about each time I look at it. I will have 5 total (one is the painting that is featured in my header) if they have enough room. That's (part of) the trouble with working big.
(Cole is doing a lot better today and is back at school. His blood oxygen level was at 94 yesterday when it should be 95 and above, but it was back up to 96 today. I think he'll be alright.)
(I also have so much to do at work in the next couple of days that I'm feeling like barfing. The interview will have to hang on a bit longer. Sorry, ticknart! By the way- the questions are AWESOME.)
