I try to lead a balanced professional life and that balance would be in the area of compensation where I attempt to be paid for at least 50% of my activities. I was holding up quite well for a few years but lately there has been an onslaught of freebies and hopeful expectations flying at me from every direction.
Sure, it would be fabulous if I gave you a mural for free.
But why should my - or any other artist's - skills and efforts be the one and only, poor little lonely unpaid contribution to a 15 million dollar project??
I'm a little artist in the big, dark woods tracking the progress - or procrastination - of various artistic endeavors as I prepare to leap into a bigger pond. Sprinkled in between these are the extreme weather/scenery of Kitimat and the surrounding region as well as local situations that catch my attention.
Sunday, 5 October 2008
Wednesday, 1 October 2008
Sunday, 21 September 2008
Fini!
The reactions were 99% positive with the 2 most extreme being old German guys. One repeatedly proclaimed me 'a genius!' - ' she could be painting hotel lobbies!', while the other grumbled about it being 'a waste of money'. I still have a separate piece with an eagle on it but it wants to be a 'seagle' at the moment so there may be much wrestling and gnashing of teeth ahead.
I was corresponding with a watercolour instructor I know today and couldn't resist adding an attachment of my mural; he called it 'spectacular' and complimented not only the technique but the composition as well!!! I'm going to print that off and post it on my studio wall. I couldn't help but respond in a most gushy and unseemly fashion!
Ammendment: not fini
Still have to do some touch up...
Tuesday, 16 September 2008
Here Fishy, Fishy! #3
I'm betting on this baby for People's Choice!
Thursday, 11 September 2008
Bukowski - a glimmer of hope
So many dead, young Cobains and Ledgers in our culture: all one can do is celebrate the persistence, tenacity and longevity of Charles Bukowski.
Tuesday, 9 September 2008
...endless, airless fog of dread...
My guts are a sinkhole. Imploding.
I can't fill my lungs and the world is flat, lacking depth.
My thoughts hover constantly - awake or sleeping - around and around my TwinnyB. She's done badly for a couple of weeks and she doesn't know how she resisted taking a walk last night. I asked if there are any new wounds...yes...a cigarette to the neck. 'just like mommy'
I'll have to remind her that that was mommy's very last self injury.
Three decades 'clean'.
Do the same.
please...
I can't fill my lungs and the world is flat, lacking depth.
My thoughts hover constantly - awake or sleeping - around and around my TwinnyB. She's done badly for a couple of weeks and she doesn't know how she resisted taking a walk last night. I asked if there are any new wounds...yes...a cigarette to the neck. 'just like mommy'
I'll have to remind her that that was mommy's very last self injury.
Three decades 'clean'.
Do the same.
please...
Thursday, 4 September 2008
Hey! The Sun IS Shining!
The bears weren't my idea but I'm happy enough with them. It's not like I'm a wildlife painter.
Got some wicked tendonitis in my left forearm, most likely from holding a liter of paint for hours on end and now I can barely hold a styrofoam tray. *whimper*
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