New Week: Letting It Go

New Work in progress

I'm on my first new canvas to add to the mountain I'm stockpiling this year. I'm trying to work on fusing some elements from different ideas I've been playing with. New color schemes and hopefully I can pull it off. I can't stick to formulas, each piece has to be a new experiment in SOMETHING or what's the point?

I've got a couple opportunities to create for in the next few months. I've been asked to exhibit at Luminarte Gallery in the Design District as well as at the new Baylor Health Sciences Library- which would be a SOLO show with quite a bit of space to fill. Also I would be the inaugural artist launching their first art show in their newly renovated space. Exciting?! Most definitely! And of course the big sweet highlight my WAAS Gallery show this Summer. So add all that up and you'll see why I need to become the painting machine I guess I've been training to become these past few years. Early mornings, late nights. No more clocking out at 6 and calling it a night. It's PRODUCTION TIME! So bear with me as it could get a little nuts.

Yesterday I had just had my fill with a handful of negative clouds in my sky. It's a super huge pet peeve of mine when people don't treat me with respect or common courtesy. Not replying to emails, dodging out on payments along with having my art totem broken recently all colliding at the same time and I lost my shit-so to speak. Sorry. But not really... because that is truly how I'm feeling right now and I'd rather be a genuine real life girl with feelings and not a fake smile for anyone. It happens. You bump heads with people. You get angry and annoyed. But I'll try to be better about not letting it interfere with my day and all this work I need to do- I don't have time to be mad. I'm not here to put up facades either, I'm here to live and be real and care and experience a full range of emotions. We all are entitled to that.

To counter all the BLAH of yesterday I'm going to one of my fave little places today- Dallas Farmers Market. I like seeing who dug up my food and remembering this is the very essence of how we survive and nourish ourselves. It comes from somewhere - not the supermarket. It comes from the ground and was nurtured and grown and toiled over and THESE PEOPLE did it! Thats why I love going there and also because you get to taste all the food before you buy. HAPPY DAY!

Food = Energy = Work= Paintings!

Have a great day! Get Angry! Get Happy! Be human! Live!

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