Birds and Going Places

"Jardine Zamora" collected and sold
In freelancing you go from Ground Zero to Cloud 9 in the blink of an eye. One minute you're stressing no money to pay rent and the next minute you can be celebrating an art sale. Such is life- you learn how to weather it.
So last week was an art sale, getting paid for graphic design work and being able to pay some bills and keep my internet on. Woohoo! I was thrilled my friend and art collector picked this one up because it was the last of its little era.
Next week will be me traveling to Houston to finish up a wall I designed for the reception area of a Houston Omni hotel. A kamikaze job of ladders and paint and not much else. Wish me and my back lots of luck!

Then it's off to Austin on a quick road trip OUTTA HERE! I got a hot date with a BLUE POOL and that's currently all Im thinking bout! To others this is a typical weekend but to me its the only little vacation I will probably see this summer. One day at the pool 😂

I'm patting myself on the back for getting some personal work done in the studio this week. Finished this little abstract and also started another in my bird series I was working on

Its a work in progress that I just started....so lots of work ahead. Im up before the sun in hopes of getting some work done before the heat creeps in. Im having to change my whole schedule for summer in my studio. But ready to tackle work and see it grow. Too many times I've let opportunities pass me by because I didn't have the work ready to go.
No more of that. We are at the starting gate and ready to run now.
Hope everyone enjoys the weekend- its all work no play for me...and birds!

Comments

Jim Rockford was keeping me broke

Ah Rockford files, a comfortable and silly way to unwind after work. Yes, I am completely aware that I've turned into my Dad and watching Dad shows totally cements that theory. I had to start looking at the handsome James Garner in a new light though... He was a rich and famous star in his time and every evening spent curled up watching Rockford Files was an evening a painting wasn't getting worked on. No painting, no art show material. No painting, no galleries. No painting, no money. Would James Garner be watching TV every evening in a tired drowsy ball and not getting stuff done? Probably not. So I pulled myself away from TV land in the evenings and devoted at least a little time in the mornings as well. Even if it's just ten minutes. Even if you are just filling in all the blacks, blues or whatever... It is progress. Something is better than nothing. I'm proud to say this little habit tweak has totally kicked my butt into gear and I'm producing at a rate I'

How I had the best art year

This was the year I got rejection letters from every open call I applied to. Granted, it wasn't very many I applied to because I am very picky about what I sign up for AND I am also very jaded about these things of late. However, this was my best art year to date and I kinda love that it was all rejection notices this year and I STILL HAD THE BEST ART YEAR EVER. Takeaway: Today's open calls are very "agenda based" and the jurors they choose to judge have their agendas. Some want more millennials and younger artists and shun the older artists, some want you to tackle race, gender identity, politics, feminist, pro this or that.... And my art does not. I'm going to stick by my "Nature is more important than most bullshit" stance till I die because the very atom of life and Nature is more important in my eyes than most of the stuff humans do to feel more important than another group. But I digress! I did not get into the velvet rope clubs and it was gre

The Backstory- cliff notes edition

Skip navigation little backstory I was totally working for myself as an artist and you know what? It was HARD! Harder than hard and harder than any job ever. But it was the most rewarding experience and I learned so much about so many things and I want to share that knowledge with you guys... My VIP art club. I didn't get a fair shake from the very beginning of my art career. I suffered a back injury at my "muggle" job which required a lot of physical therapy to get over and which I will have with me forever now. It was actually the impetus for me to quit my job and start being an artist! So I turned my bad luck into fuel for my fire. I saved 5k (painstakingly while enduring all the BS at a terrible job) and then I made the leap. I was so excited and optimistic about working for myself! I had sold little pieces here and there and was sure it was only upwards from there. 2 weeks into my freedom- my Dad died unexpectedly. What came next was indescribable DEPRESSION and a

Art Plunge

Search This Blog