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.
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.
My friend, writer and artist Kathy Frey, writes about challenges on her blog called Taming the Tangle. She will be part of the event I'm working on for April 4. Details to follow once it is all locked down but you should catch up with her now.
Like this hopeful terrier, I feel like I'm chasing the tangle today.