When it Rains, It Pours

when it rains it pours...

Sometimes all it takes is a little jump start to get your motor running again. My January just got jumping and now I'm thoroughly swampered with work to do and commissions. Hustling new work for Kettles show next week, finishing loose end vinyl commissions from 2012 and soon to be starting 2 more canvas commissions that came in - one to a fab designer in the UK! Things just started picking up after Pantone (as in THE Pantone- the Industry Standard for Color!) posted my painting "Flourish" on their page yesterday. I can't explain how excited I was. As an artist who is an avid color fan, whose artistic decisions are fueled by color palettes and experimentations with color -I was completely geeking out.

"Flourish" acrylic on canvas 36" x 36" now at {neighborhood} in Bishop Arts District

I still have to amass some record art for next months showing at Texas Theater and it's just time to prioritize everything and start using my calendar. Knock stuff out and work long days. But I didn't forget the promise to myself, my health first. Not missing gym classes or running sessions just because the deadlines are knocking loud. Unfortunately I'm going to have to say No to a few things until everything is manageable again. It is so funny how one day there is the sound of crickets and the next you can't hear yourself think over the chaos.

January is going to be super busy but that's how I need it to be.

Check out the PANTONE page and see why I was so thrilled, great exposure, so many LIKES and SHARES :)

https://www.facebook.com/PantoneColor

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