No matter what you think you can accomplish, life happens.
I believe all the pep, vim, vigor and life affirming memes in the universe won't get me over the finish line of a worthwhile goal without some drooling and perhaps an ugly cry or two.
So you may not see another blog post until after weigh in next Monday. I'm hanging a show on Thursday at Off Center in Grass Valley. I'll tell you all about it once I get the press release finished. I will also show you some pictures of me there after I get over the fact that my roots make me look like Broomhilda. Hair appointment falls behind painting and then I have to decide what is even going to be hung and how I'm going to sell it. I really want to do another big ebay auction but the moving parts...all the moving parts! I need a minute to put it together in my head like constructing a tiny watch.
Do you see a theme? Overwhelmed perhaps?
Perhaps, but the call from school today asking to pick up a sick Layla put it all in perspective. I can only do what I can do.
You can't "have it all" and anyone that tries to tell me differently better be wearing some protective mouth gear.
Here are two pieces I hope to finish soon with a minimal amount of tears.
See you on the other side and thanks for all the support!
My friend Erin was kind enough to guest blog today. I often rely on her for reality checks in the virtual world. She is either perfectly calm and balanced, ready to talk me off a ledge, or just as freaked out as I am. Either way, it works perfectly. We bounce ideas around but mostly remind each other to seek balance when feeding the gaping maw of the digital content beast.
I thought of her last night as I fell into bed without blogging and felt a little guilty about it. I didn't write a post but I did work my ass off on art stuff. I also created by first 3D barcode cause I'm cool like that. I thought if I called Erin, blogger extrodiare, she would offer me dispensation and tell me not to worry about it.
Today I painted painted painted in the spring sun with a redheaded woodpecker watching over me. Here is a little movie with some sneaks of works in progress.
Erin here, thanks Sheila for inviting me to share my 2 cents on your blog today. I love that you share with your friends (both virtual and in real life) the creative process through your blog. While I'm an active blogger who loves to share her love for our town (InnSide Nevada City) and my creative greeting card agenda (Homemade Cards by Erin), I wasn't sure what I could contribute to Sheila's Thinner Winner Creative Crunch blog agenda. I'm not on a weight loss goal mission and already practice the regular exercise agenda. Our family continues to try to make dietary changes for the better (through less sugar and limited processed foods), I realized that the best piece of advice that I could offer up, was the motto of perspective. I feel that my exercise habits feed my creativity and my creativity is enhanced through eating better, but sometimes it all falls apart. Art and exercise are a part of my mix and need to be, despite what life throws at me.
I'm heading in to the final week and it is so temping to fall back into old diet habits. I don't mean the pizza and wine fridays but the little tricks I've collected over the years to "suck weight" as the wrestlers say. I'm lingering between 9-12 pounds depending on the time of day and have stalled out. I know it's normal, women are different, blah blah blah. Just because I understand it, doesn't make it any less annoying.
I'm sticking with what has worked so far and keeping busy. Today the girls and I visited, my sister Moira, of Dog Art Today fame and followed up with a trip to the lake to enjoy every spec of this gorgeous spring day.
On deadline to get a painting done for tomorrow, I scrambled all yesterday to get my work in order and plans for the next show locked down. So smart of me to carve out this day for quiet, solitary studio work!
I woke up early, got my gym clothes on and ran in to 6 year old Sabrina on the sofa. "How wonderful, up early and ready to go!" thought smart, pulled together, healthy and fit me.
Then the words every work at home mother dreads..."I don't feel so good..."
So this morning has turned into vomit bucket brigade and dry heave comfort protocol. Days like today really inflame my rage at the "Art World" dismissing the narrative of maternal love as being maudlin or sappy.
I think we we should at least rank with heroin addicts in the gritty realism department.
"Terrier" 12" x 12" Acrylic Ink Graphite on Canvas
Please forgive that I am posting this painting from before Christmas. I believe it was done in a similar situation before another show and I never got a chance to share it.
I keep saying I'm not going to do those stupid quizzes that tell you what kind of snack food, punk icon, type of shoe you are. Then I see other's results and I wonder..."Am I living in the right state?" (yes) "What should I have done in High School?" (Student Council, no) and can't resist jumping in. I admit feeling a kindred spirit with other Patti Smiths but betrayed by being The Rolling Stones instead of Led Zeppelin.
"These are so stupid! Clearly I'm a Zeppelin!"
I keep saying I won't do them but then I do, like trying not to look in a mirror that is right in front of you during a meal. It's rude and indulgent, but everyone does it. Everyone is curious about their reflection. I suspect we can't resist the mirrors and the quizzes because we are longing to be able to answer a few more questions about ourselves; the questions that are only clear to outsiders.
Like why did I feel compelled to sketch a purple raccoon while my black bean soup simmered?
I'm pretty sure it would be something Patti Smith would do if she lived in California.