Next?

Could this be next? Not that I'm done with the last series yet. But these pieces just jumped out and demanded attention. There was not much else I could do. I gave in. I think this fabric selection was a result of listening to Zydeco music.

As far as the New Orleans series is concerned, I still would like to find an organization to donate a percentage of the sales. After my trip, I will do some research. I would like to make another piece in the series and auction it off on Ebay and donate all the proceeds from that to the chosen organization. If so, I might need some help from other bloggers to get the word out.

I'm off for a while. Off to London and Oxford. I'm going to experience blogging withdrawal. Hopefully, I will return refreshed and renewed. Ha. Ha. Ha. I'll be returning with three suitcases (who am I kidding, 5 suitcases) full of dirty laundry. Yep, guess I'll have to check a couple of bags. Does anybody want to make a bet on when I'll see those bags again?

Thanks

Yesterday, on Paula's blog Self Taught Artist, there was a post about me. I am thrilled that someone thought me worthy of writing about. For most, if not all, artists, each day is filled with self-doubt. It is nice to get a little ego puff.

So if you find yourself with a few minutes, go have a look at the Self Taught Artist blog. Get the feel of day to day artist living. Learn about other artists. Read a review of an art documentary.

Thanks Paula! You are a very generous blogger.

Out

I have this thing to go to tonight. I have to go out as an artist.

I have donated a piece to The Friends School and the fundraiser is this evening. There will be a silent auction of nature related art and other gifts and services. I do hope there is far more art than their are attendees. There is nothing worse than a work of art, sitting there with no bids, finally being taken away by the ringleader of the fundraiser to give away as a gift. Paid for, of course, but still.

I donated a piece last year to a nature conservancy group. I did not attend the event. Perhaps if I had, I could have generated some interest in the piece. But, yes, the organizer did purchase my piece as a gift. It wasn't fought over. There was no bidding war. Probably a good thing that I did not go.

So tonight, I will be at this event to promote my art.

For me, that means I will nurse a glass of wine, eat some appetizers (no doubt some green will remain between my front teeth), and I will be holding up a wall somewhere. I will weakly answer those usual questions:

"How long did that take to make?"

"What do you do with it?"


Then there will be the usual statements:

"My grandmother was a quilter."

"I need another glass of wine."


Arrrrgh. I hate these things.

Please wish me the best. Send courage.

Heading Across the Pond

My trip to London and Oxford is in a few days. I don't think I have mentioned this yet. I haven't done much research on it yet. I still have a few remnants of the New Orleans series scattered about and haven't wanted to put anything else in my head. I'm hoping to do some new pieces in the series and also hoping to do some pieces inspired by the Zydeco music that has been in my mix lately.

I'm not sure what the trip will do to me artwise. All I need is new input to really knock me off track. It doesn't sound like I am too excited about this trip, does it? I most definitely am, but I'm just trying to get some things laid out so I can easily drag myself back into New Orleans mode when I return.

The hubby and I went to London about 15 years ago. All I remember are parks and pubs. And the flu. Good God, the flu. I have never been so sick. For this visit, we will have a young one with us and probably won't spend as much time in the pubs. We MUST do the zoo, I've been told. And we MUST see the Lion King while we're there, just in case it is a bit different than the American version.

Does anybody have any input? We will be staying close to Trafalgar Square. I have one small art museum in mind. Apparently, when we take our daughter to art museums, someone always sneaks up to her and pours lead shot into her shoes and clouds her head with opiates. Our museum time will definitely be limited.

New Orleans Art - Website Update

Finally, the website has been updated with my New Orleans Series. This one is New Orleans: Longing for Home.

I now have to update my prices for commissioned work. I have yet to have a commission since I started blogging.

Do you think there could be a connection?

Blah Blah Blog

This is Planting Seeds III. It is being donated for a silent auction at our local Quaker Friends school. I will miss this one -- it is my favorite color combination. Hopefully it's sale will cover the school's expenses for the next five years.

Right now I'm in between projects again. Number 11 in the New Orleans series is ready to be sewn, but I am not ready to sew it. Number 12 is barely underway. It is only underway because I feel 12 is better than 11 for a series. I think I should just get over that and clean up the mess from this series. I'm getting that compressed, cluttered feeling again. A spring cleaning is due.

Unfortunately, the garden is requiring a spring cleaning too. That will take up a great deal of time and energy, but maybe that is what I need right now.

And this blogging thing. I think it is wearing me down. I kind of feel like I am running into a wall over and over again. I have debated having two blogs; one where I say what ever I feel and one where I can try to be a professional artist. I don't know if two blogs would wear me down even more, or perhaps it would free me up to be able to say everything that I want. The artists wouldn't get offended by my rants or off-hand comments and the folks that enjoy the rants and off-hand comments wouldn't be bored with "artistic detail". Maybe it couldn't hurt to have two. If they don't work, I could just shut down the whole mess and get on with life.

Anyway, time to get on with my pacing and blog surfing for the day.

Good Things About Kids

I stumbled upon this scenario yesterday. Opus and Zoe being served their lunch.