The last days of May

Latest works in my studio

I snapped a shot of these two together before I wrap em up today. They are going to go travelling to Rising Gallery and my studio is going to look like a boring old dining room again. Little tip for the artists, a nice roll of painters drop plastic goes a long way towards protecting your art for travelling!

Wired up the pieces yesterday so they'll hang nice and decided that the latest piece would look much sharper with the sides painted black. I decided that after messing around with a photo of it in Photoshop and seeing how striking it was against black. This one would actually look cool framed in black if someone bought it and felt like doing that. :-)

I've entered two juried competitions in the past week, one was the Hecho in Dallas put on by the Latino Cultural Center and the other was the Craighead Green New Talent show. Both were free to enter and I have found it's best to promptly forget about these things as soon as you submit stuff. No point in getting your hopes up and wondering if you'll be contacted. Just be nicely surprised if it's you and keep on keeping on.

Spent a good hour yesterday just simply laying on the ground. That might sound weird. Ok, let's say sunbathing- that sounds sexier. I have been doing this of late, I throw my yoga mat in a sunny spot outside and try to just be aware of being outside. The sounds, the smells, the wind and which direction it's coming from, the sky and the color of the sky. What passes in my field of vision if I'm staring at the sky? A moth, a butterfly, a plane taking people somewhere far away. A crew of birds darting fast in the same direction like a school of fish. The moon out in the daytime, moving slowly almost imperceptibly but moving. How many more days do I have here under this moon?

Nothing makes you feel like you have so much or so little time like just laying there Outside and being. BEING. Then an ant bites you and you decide it's time to go inside. :)

It's the last days of May and I feel like I'm in a good creative and productive zone. What new pieces will June see from me? Even I don't know.

*Capture something wonderful every day you are here on Earth, you aren't going to be here forever.

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