I didn't know I would be spending Saturday night in a cave. That is what it feels like being in the basement at Back to the Grind. A hot, muggy cave. But I coped. I was able to get myself together and finish three paintings. My sister said, "You will probably be driving over there and blowing the painting, making it dry faster."
Close, but not quite.
The event was at 8...we had to be there at 7...and I finished everything at 4.
B o o y a h.
I am the type of person that sets up alot of roadblocks in my mind. But if I use psychology on myself and tell myself I just need to take that first step...then it all of a sudden becomes manageable to me.
Wait. Doesn't everyone use psychology on themselves?
So I kept telling myself, "Self...you can do this. If you try, you can finish at least one. Don't let the night go on, wishing you had contributed something." Because I really hate that. I hate going somewhere and looking at the art and thinking, oh I so could have done this. I've had that happen to me many times over the years.
So I was able to finish three paintings. I am so proud of myself. You have no idea. This was monumental. Huge. For me, anyway. And I didn't have my husband help me in any way. When I was in college and swamped with projects, I will admit to cheating and allowing him to finish some of my paintings. One of them really stung, too. My painting teacher was all on my jock about this one particular project...he kept praising it to the class and he even took a picture of it. It stung because I had nothing to do with the painting. It was all Michael. He got me an A, thank you very much, but it makes me feel kinda crappy having to take credit for something I didn't do.
But whatever. This was all me.
Oh, one really cool aspect of the evening was meeting Punk Rock Mom and her familia. Cool people. It was kinda crazy down below, but we were able to hang out together upstairs and get to know each other beyond our blogs. Xixi was so happy to have a new friend as wild and crazy as she in The Phi.
I'm hoping I will continue riding this wave of creativity. It's kinda nice. I have a little somethin' somethin' coming up, so I am off to explore some ideas I cooked up. Whilst sitting in church, mind you. Where I was supposed to be studying the Bible and being full of the holy ghost...but I digress. Sometimes you can't control it when inspiration strikes.
Close, but not quite.
The event was at 8...we had to be there at 7...and I finished everything at 4.
B o o y a h.
I am the type of person that sets up alot of roadblocks in my mind. But if I use psychology on myself and tell myself I just need to take that first step...then it all of a sudden becomes manageable to me.
Wait. Doesn't everyone use psychology on themselves?
So I kept telling myself, "Self...you can do this. If you try, you can finish at least one. Don't let the night go on, wishing you had contributed something." Because I really hate that. I hate going somewhere and looking at the art and thinking, oh I so could have done this. I've had that happen to me many times over the years.
So I was able to finish three paintings. I am so proud of myself. You have no idea. This was monumental. Huge. For me, anyway. And I didn't have my husband help me in any way. When I was in college and swamped with projects, I will admit to cheating and allowing him to finish some of my paintings. One of them really stung, too. My painting teacher was all on my jock about this one particular project...he kept praising it to the class and he even took a picture of it. It stung because I had nothing to do with the painting. It was all Michael. He got me an A, thank you very much, but it makes me feel kinda crappy having to take credit for something I didn't do.
But whatever. This was all me.
Oh, one really cool aspect of the evening was meeting Punk Rock Mom and her familia. Cool people. It was kinda crazy down below, but we were able to hang out together upstairs and get to know each other beyond our blogs. Xixi was so happy to have a new friend as wild and crazy as she in The Phi.
I'm hoping I will continue riding this wave of creativity. It's kinda nice. I have a little somethin' somethin' coming up, so I am off to explore some ideas I cooked up. Whilst sitting in church, mind you. Where I was supposed to be studying the Bible and being full of the holy ghost...but I digress. Sometimes you can't control it when inspiration strikes.
This is my "Muertita"...this is the one Xixi almost destroyed. I kind of like where this one went. I now want to do a whole series of her.
Doesn't everyone have a picnic and eat a heart? Those that know me know that I collect Fiestaware...so of course my heart had to be chillin' on a Fiesta plate.
This one has to be my favorite. Not only because of what it means, but because I was able to use a figure drawing sketch from over fifteen years ago. And my beloved Loteria images.
Michael, trying to figure out how to hang my stuff onto brick walls.
My fork kept falling off. I know, very professional.
Michael's contribution to the night. He kept saying I took all the juice for the night. Heh. He's handsome. I'm a lucky lady.
