Wednesday, September 13, 2017
Thursday, July 27, 2017
I decided to show a month of the watches in my collection.
Thursday, March 2, 2017
Leaving the house to work has been something I have wanted to do for quite a while. I wanted to leave the house every day period. Too many trips by the kitchen have certainly increased the circumference of my waist in that time. Pier 1 wouldn't hire anyone with "unnaturally colored hair" and I was enjoying my wild colored hair for a time. Pete was appalled that I would even consider changing my hair for a job. My goddess, what a supportive husband I have!! I love that man with all my heart.
I even tried renting a work space in a neighbor's basement, but realized after a year's rental that what I REALLY wanted was to leave the NEIGHBORHOOD for my work. So...then Rachel Stewart came into my world by way of my Meet Up group called the Art *Sparks* of Frederick, she has become my art BFF. There is plenty of room for me to have lots of BFFS, so don't you mind this at all Tricia, my sista in rhythm and rhyme. Rachel, your friendship has opened up my art world to all that I am capable of in the most wonderful and amazing way. And then we add in Bethany Blakey to the mix with her entrepreneurial savvy .and... F*%# look out. What I needed was SOMEONE to tell me what I needed to do NEXT to create by business. And when I meet with these 2 women while we are working through SARK's Making Your Creative Dreams Real book...I find I know now what what I had been missing in my art life. You two help make my path so much clearer. Thank you. I am in tears, being present to what joy I have and ALL the possibility that is ahead of me.
I haven't blogged in a while, but as you can see I've been VERY VERY busy.
Big hug love to YOU wherever you are. I'm on Cloud 9.
|MagBag Studio by ChelseaSparks.com|
Tuesday, January 26, 2016
In case you were wondering where my paintings have gone...
In 2014 my studio space (3rd floor of our house) got all jacked up full of tools (drill press, grinder and the like), so in January 2015 I rented some basement space from a neighbor. It was great to be able to spread out and not grind metal in the same space I painted in.
Then I discovered how inconvenient it was to have two work spaces in 2 different locations...the back and forth because there was no sink in the shop space.
So I have started thinning our own basement space to bring my shop into our home. It is a big undertaking, so I have chosen to stop pursuing the 30 paintings in 30 days to get this move taken care of right away.
I will participate in another 30 Paintings in 30 days challenge when it comes, but right now I have to get my house in order.
Sunday, January 24, 2016
For some reason I am completely excited about the changes I am making in my life and specifically my aRt life, even though it is an insane amount of work that has nothing to do with actual art. I think it is a very good time for me, which is counter-balanced with the tragedy that we have ongoing in our personal world.
While down at my mom's house before the snow storm I met my brother at his storage unit. He has had it since our dad passed 11+ years ago and filled it when he inherited Dad's workshop. It has sat mostly untouched since then. As a tool girl and mixed media artist I see this cache as treasure and I am so excited to get a couple of pieces. My brother gave me half of a set of drawers pictured here.
|New-to-me storage drawers|
And he is also giving me a workbench that our grandfather made. It is legend in our family that these 2 workbenches were made so perfectly that the drawers needed to have holes drilled in the back of them. The drawers were so air tight that they couldn't be pushed in without the drilled holes. I have yet to confirm that this is the case. They have sat so long in variable temperature and humidity they might need to be shaved. I am to get the shorter of the 2 benches. And I am beyond excited.
At one point I made fun of my dad for painting everything poop brown. Matte poop flat brown. He defended it because his architect brother-in-law wanted the inside of the house to reflect all the surrounding pine trees. I could see that, but it almost seemed EVERY SINGLE THING Dad painted was this same blah brown color. Then...he showed us! He painted everything wild colors. The benches now sport a baby blue and rich lilac color. The laundry room floor was sky blue. It was refreshing as I remember it, but still funny after all the brown.
I also found in one of the drawers of my new-to-me workbench a set of metal stamps. They need some love, but my hands will be stamping into metal with our Grandad's tools. 3 generations of tools, and being a woman using them delights me.
|Metal stamps that were my dad's dad|