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Art Avalanche! Disastre!

"Mick" acrylic on vinyl record... on view now at The Wine Therapist

It's very strange to have ALL your art out of the house. I kind of feel like I must create more just to put some color and soul back into my studio. Today I'm going to clean the studio and make a list of stuff I am out of and sketch out new ideas for upcoming work. I have a few commissions trickling in and I'm starting to see more OPEN CALLS I want to jump in on so there is lots to do! I've also been invited to contribute some work to a local shop so that's also on my plate...FALL IS THE BUSY SEASON! And it looks like it's already begun!
I dropped off some work to be photographed last week and was pleasantly surprised when the place called me back and asked me to participate in their Fall Gallery Walk on OCT 13. They are a FINE ART and PRINT shop and the clientele definitely seems to have money to spend. It's nice to feel wanted. : ) It's a neat place too, way out in McKinney TX. Very historic and old feeling, makes you feel like you're on vacation with little quaint fudge shops and upscale boutiques and interesting art everywhere. It will be a nice change of pace. 
I almost forgot why I was writing this blog....yesterday I had a DISASTER happen and I wanted to share it so it doesn't happen to you. Not that it would because it's probably highly unlikely you're painting on a record but just in case. At any rate you will know that accidents and disasters DO happen to artists and you just have to learn from your mistakes and don't cry.
So I had just finished this record for an auction, it was paid for and everything and DONE
All it needed was a shiny glossy protective coat...so I took it outside and sprayed it and noticed that one section started bubbling in the blue border. It was kind of hard to tell exactly what it was doing so I thought spraying a little more gloss would smooth it out. No. NOPE. BAD IDEA. It was actually turning the paint into a little "skin" and crinkling away from the record making a bumpy surface. Not cool. Not sleek. Not MOD. BUMPY. Ok there's no way to fix that. I tried taking the skin off and repainting. NO. BAD IDEA. SO what do you do?
YOU START OVER HONEY BUNNIES YOU START ALLLLLLLL OVER!
Yep. Had to recreate that one to a t. And I did. Yes I did. And did I curse? Oh hell yes I did but I did it. When that one was done it got MOD PODGED by hand. Sometimes doing things the long and inconvenient way is the best way to go. So there you have it kids, your science lesson for the day. KRYLON SPRAY VARNISH is a stupid poopy head. It doesn't play well with weird obscure navy blue paint I won't be buying anymore. Have you had some fun disasters? I wanna know!
So this ruined one will now serve as an experiment and reminder...I'm going to try some faux rusting on the messed up spot and try to make this look like a metal sign. Someday. When I have time.
Ok, ciao chilluns- have a great day!


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