Gettin busy in the beehive and the beauty of NO

Art for the 3 x 3 show has been DROPPED! (Read "DROPPED" like the Beastie Boys would say it)

I've decided to use this weekend super selfishly. On my own work! >:) I've also decided to make and eat pancakes for breakfast. Just because. It was what popped into my head the minute I opened my eyes this morning so we're gonna go with that magic. It can only mean good things. Good, sticky, syrupy things!

The week ahead has 2 art openings in it for me and I've got lots of little opportunities floating around that will require a lot of work in the coming weeks so I decided a little ME painting was gonna have to happen now or not for awhile. Yesterday I heard back from the place I interviewed at that they were gonna hire internally after all and thank you very much. Like I mentioned in my blog before I didn't care one way or the other. I get to stay being my own boss and not have to commute at night in a not very well populated area. Somehow I think the word NO just saved my life. Plus I have come to embrace the word NO as a friend and much needed can of gasoline. You see, the more I hear the word NO the more fuel it is for my burning flame. NO makes me rev into high gear, break all my previous records and focus on next level shit. Oh yes, it does. So tell me NO world, I will keep climbing higher. Obviously my place is behind the canvas and my studio right now- hence why all these artistic opportunities are coming my way. OK, time to make the pancakes and get to work on a new painting. I'm starting another 24" x 24" in the vein of the "The Path of Fruitfulness" and I'm dying to know what my subconscious, psyche and mysterious creative spirit want to manifest on canvas. I feel like an Ouija board when I paint...channeling something I don't really understand.

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