I find myself in a better mood now that I'm making time to make art and I realize how vital it has become to my sanity. My usual sessions are late nights during the week and mornings/late afternoons during the weekends. One of my co-workers gave me two canvases he wasn't using and I thank my lucky stars he thought of me to give them to. I have been using anything I can find, material hasn't really mattered - leftover cardboard, old paper and leftover mailing labels. I am tempted to stick them on the subway trains when I go to New York city at the end of the month. ;)
My travels are going to increase once more thanks to several projects I have going on right now.
1) 4 x 6 art exchange and The Things Found series by the Art House Co-Op in Brooklyn.
2) It's a small, small world exhibit at the Family Business gallery in Chelsea.
3) Art All Night event in Pittsburgh. <------never been. SO EXCITED to go.
I still have a full time job I need to kick ass at so I am working on the art gig part-time. I'm having a fun time painting and finding inspiration. I'm creating like WOAH! and I want lots of people to see my work.
The painting below was inspired by no other than, one of my loves, Brooklyn. It's so twisted. When I lived there, I wanted nothing more than to leave all the noise and scum and now I want to move back. I am whack like a heart attack. So until that happens, I will continue to work on art. I started this painting last year and lost interest during the process. I have returned to it and I will see it through until it's done. I was thinking about a bike messenger riding their bike on the track in the subway and coming face to face with a subway car. I started to imagine maybe he took some acid right before and he didn't give a shit of the consequences. In the moment when the train shines a light on him, he feels extreme bliss.
Then my imagination produced the imagery below. I couldn't tell you why I have these thoughts. I just do!
I'm not fighting the awesome power of my ridiculous thoughts.
And negative! I'm not on anything, just Super Z power. Which makes me want to start a web comic with Super Z as a superhero and she wouldn't be saving lives, more like creating absurd situations for herself and her friends. Then whining about how she got herself into such a mess, but then not really worrying about it because she gets distracted by shiny objects and then she forgets what she was worrying about. I'd put her in a cape with superhero attire and she'd walk around the city in it and no one would blink an eye. oooh! and she would talk to the ghost of Frida Kahlo asking her for advice. Her sidekick would be a talking cat wearing a top hat. He's ill-tempered and I'd name him Oswald. Something along those lines....this is just off the top of my head.
I hope never to lose my fountain of creativity or else I would never be the same Z everyone knows.
My light would dim and I'd become a boring slice of Safeway bread. Not very exciting.
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