A watch band held together by sheer will, I appreciate its tenacity. A toy found in a chicken-barn bookstore, from an adventure too many lifetimes ago. The purple lizard, reminding me of a trip to a zoo. A spoon rest, from a place that loved me, holds my treasures. A drawing that means more to me than the artist knows, because it makes me smile inside.
I am still recovering from all the extroverting at the Craft Fair on Saturday… I had no words left by the time I got home that night, and I still feel a little dazed…
In the meantime, here’s a pig that was wandering up and down my street this morning. Welcome to Vermont, where no one in the neighborhood batted an eye at this.
I think I may have learned my lesson about procrastinating.
Online card orders have been coming in, and I knew had to get my act together for the craft fair happening this Saturday (Craftstbury Antiques and Uniques for locals!)… I scanned some new art, printed cards, and planned on sitting down tonight to fold and package…
One glitch. Apparently I never ordered envelopes after I moved. Somewhere —somewhere safe I assume — there is a list that states very clearly “Order Envelopes.” Too bad I didn’t stick it on the fridge.
After frantically searching online and realizing no one can deliver by Friday, I am going to disassemble some older cards, and use those envelopes to get me through the fair. Tomorrow I’ll make some calls and see if anyone in a 30 mile radius has anything close to what I need. I’ll also be sending an email out to folks who ordered online, letting them know that their card orders may be delayed slightly. Sigh. Glitches. They are bound to happen.
It doesn’t take much for me to reach the end of my comfort zone: Meeting new people. Doing anything remotely sports related (including playing frisbee or, heavens forbid, darts). Driving in more than two lanes of traffic. The idea of wearing make-up. Or high heels.
Time to add to that list: doing creative work for friends. I get too caught up in my “people pleasing” head space, which never ends well. I’ve read that as an artist, and in general, it’s good to get out of our comfort zones, and that one needs to do that to grow. So far this weekend I have hung out with new people, used a chop saw, learned the proper technique for throwing pieces of wood to someone who is working on their roof (without giving them a black eye or breaking any windows), AND that I *really* need to start drawing more, more, more… and drawing more than what I am comfortable drawing.
Jon Katz asked me to work on his logo for his redesigned blog. I agreed to work up a few sketches, and then totally froze… he’s very honest about what’s working and what’s not and we seem to be moving forward with some characters I drew last year, while visiting his and Maria’s farm, where they had belly dancers performing (so amazing!)… I think belly dancing sheep might work for him, and they should be my new mascots for pushing through my comfort zone 🙂
I can’t even deal with the fact that it’s 9:40 pm and 80°F and humid. It was in the high 90s yesterday and today… and will be for the immediate future. I escaped reality with a friend for a while today… canoeing and river walking and adventuring, all in all it was a perfect summer experience, even with the heat.
When I got home the plan was to sit and draw — something just for me and something for an actual project on my desk… but I kept sticking to the paper. Sticking to my desk. Sticking to my chair. And I swore a lot. So here’s part of a drawing that I gave up on, based on a rather intense discussion happening outside my kitchen window. I opted instead to do some computer work, and while I was still sticky it seemed more manageable…