Good morning friends and readers. March is really half over already and I am working feverishly on finishing my huge mural/project before April. I began this portion of the project mid January so I'd have plenty of time.
The project is the largest piece of art I have ever created, 8' by 4', and I have truly loved working on it. The problem is I don't feel like working on it every day...and if you don't feel like painting...it's not easy to paint.
I decided to forego the writing group so that I could use all those hours in the day (reading mostly) to do this. it was the right decision for me since I felt fine about completing the challenge last March. But I miss the 500WAD and all it entails....*
The project is called 'seeing different' and is all about how we see things and people and life. and different. It is basically a window. A window to look out. A window to look into.
The window is surrounded by bricks because bricks around windows are so beautiful and sort of old fashioned to me. My bricks are photographs. All of them relate to seeing different, some are double exposures, some are blurry. Some are more complicated, some are simple. All of them stir an emotion in me.
The window is sort of divided into 4 panes. When I started, I wanted to create a vision of what I like to see out of a window, to a certain extent anyway. It has changed naturally and is still evolving. But I am nearing the finish line. I will add wood pieces to partition the 4 panes and also a little wood shelf above the window, sort of a reverse window sill (on the top!)
I've written about the importance of art in my life and really in everyone's lives, so I won't go into that but I can honestly say I am proud of this piece and happy to have filled my winter with it. So here is the almost finished product in it's almost finished glory.
As always, thanks for reading. x
*The writers in the 500WAD are incredible. Reading every post became too time consuming right now and I must read every post cuz that's how I am.
I have the cutest coffee shop. My super cute, eclectic, artsy coffee shop sells used books and local art and fresh flowers and the sweetest little succulents in clay pots. Oh and coffee and tea which we serve in old china cups and hand made pottery mugs. It's called The Place. In the summer we sell locally grown herbs and some veggies. The music that plays changes all the time, not any one particular genre. I am blessed to have a few wonderful employees of all different ages who love working there so much they'd probably do it for free, but I pay them a living wage because the Place is a success. We have wi-fi and lots of places to sit and stare out the window, which is highly encouraged. There are amazing murals on the walls and one wall is covered with old postcards because old pc have the most beautiful artwork and sometimes graphics. We have a map of the world on part of one wall that you can stare at because people do forget how big the world is. Even the most loyal Starbucks addicts go out of their way to come to my shop because wonderful is wonderful, no matter what.
Is there a term for the time of life after adolescence but before full on adult? It's generally a short amount of time as one cannot halt the next phase really. Whenever I meet a young person of this age I am curious about what they want to do...what interests them. Only one of my own young people ended up doing exactly what we all knew he would.( i talked about him yesterday)
Most months of the year I work for a small company that grows and sells quality perennial plants wholesale. It is something that I know something about, so it is a comfortable position for the most part. I like my job. I work outdoors part of the time. I get to enjoy nature everyday. My boss, the sole owner, works literally a few feet from my space. (remember My Space??) The reality is that I do not want to be a business owner and that is reinforced to me pretty much daily. I am sure of this.
But once upon a time. Once upon a time I thought about having that coffee shop that sold all my favorite things. (it may have been called A Few of my Favorite Things instead of The Place). Someone wrote about how we aren't just what we do. But what we do is such an immense portion of our lives, isn't it.? I had no clear idea of what I wanted as a career for myself. What do you want to be- the proverbial question we were all asked as kids. I think if I could have had my 50 year old brain in my 20 year old self I would have made different choices. But ya never know.
Oh and sometimes David Byrne visits The Place because he sort of named it. x