I deal with artists on practically an hourly basis, and I have to admit there are times where I think to myself, "What gives me the right to show their art? Who am I to be able to do this?" I thought it might be nice to share a little bit about me. Like so many of you I grew up with a crafty mother, who happened to have her own crafty mother. Whenever it could be made, my mom would put her nose to the sewing machine, so to speak. Sewing, quilting, cake decorating, scrapbooking ... you name it, it surrounded me. Some of my fondest memories are of sorting through my mom's different supplies, like her tin of vintage buttons given to her by her grandmother, my dear, sweet great-grandmother Neva, whose affinity towards owls I've seemed to inherit. I remember waiting anxiously for my mom to come back from her quilting classes with her fabric swaps in tow. I would sort each square by color, cherishing each pattern and realizing early on that the fabrics chosen spoke so much of the person who picked them. My aunt also happens to be a professional artist. I remember being completely drawn to her markers at a very young age. Given that they were the finest she could buy at the time (PrismaColor), I coveted them. Many nights where spent flipping through her clip art books, eyeballing the vintage images and advertisings, wishing I could put my thumbprint on the art world the way she has. To be honest, my life has always revolved around art. For every occasion, I begged for the latest art kit ... from stickers, to beading to pottery wheels, I just had to have it. I've never left a surface undoodled. I've never left a fiber untouched. This has always been a part of me. And I sincerely hope that it makes me worthy of working with other people's art. Because I cherish that opportunity. I really do.
I don't know about you, but it's certainly looking like summer around these parts.
When you work 40+ hours a week, it can be hard to capture the essence of summer you felt when you were 9 years old. The trick is to embrace summer with every chance you get. Stay outdoors once the sun's gone down. Run around barefoot. Spend hours in the pool. Take spontaneous trips to the beach. Lounge around the house in your bathing suit (and squash any "too-fat" thoughts). Walk to 7-11 to get a Slurpee. Stay up late. Read a silly book by the pool.
We're making the most out of this summer. (And we've got the tan lines to prove it!)
Lookie here. I'm still alive and kicking. Boy, life can just get so ... busy ... and wonderful. I'm such a walking contradiction. There are times where I crave a simple, slow-paced life. Then there are times where I just thrive off of being busy and working hard. This is how I balance my home life with my work life. My simple, quiet home life enables me to be supercharged and ready to fight the good fight at work.
Life's been really, really good. I'm truly loving the magazines I'm currently working on and I'm so proud of them. Each ounce of sweat that goes into those magazines is completely worth it whenever I hold the finished product in my hands. I mean, I make magazines. How cool is that?
We've been having a great time at home too. Kevin and I have been trying to get out of the house on the weekends, even if it is just a day trip to Venice Beach or swimming in the pool. It's easy to forget how fun swimming is. You learn a lot about a person by watching them swim. Kevin doesn't think twice and jumps straight into the deep end without even checking to see if the water is cold. That says a lot about him. Me? On our first trip to the pool, I slowly lowered myself into the water. This last time, I jumped straight in, beating Kevin into the water. What does that say about me?
As for creative time, I haven't been doing a whole lot. It's too hot to crochet, to be quiet honest. I've been compiling pictures to use in my summer scrapbook but have yet to print them out. I need to make that Costco trip worthwhile, you know? I started a new page in my art journal today and it's taken a direction that is so far from my norm, but I'm just going with it. I'll give you a peak at the start of it, but it's far from finished.
The picture is horrible, I know. I had a good one ready to go, but decided to keep working and paper piece this little gal's dress and before I knew it it was dark and my light was all gone. Sigh. I can't wait to see where else this bit of art goes.