Saturday, June 28, 2014
I came out from the bathroom this morning and found this little one curled up on my power chair. Wifey tells me she does that a lot, especially on the days I go to the studio. In fact Daisey will sleep in my chair for about a hour after I leave.
Each morning after I shower and open the door, she has to have kisses before I can get out of the bathroom. I would like to think it's because she misses me and not for the left over toothpaste.
Wednesday, June 11, 2014
Although I have multiple art shows around the corner, I do not feel rushed to create art. Wifey might say on studio mornings, I am like a thoroughbred crashing around in the gate before the race. Once I do hit the studio, I go on cruise control not worrying about things around me, or how far is the finish line. Some days Brianna just puts on the music and we just break for lunch and other days we might talk about each other's work and other "stuff". It is just all part of the process of creating awesomeness!
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
I often spend the warm months working with pastels and when I was at TU, I would do ceramics. Even with those mediums I would sweat my buttock off As an artist, it is interesting how different factors can effect one work. My best days of working are when it is raining, or snowy.
People often ask why I do not try to get an accessible van so I can travel with my electric chair? I really see it as more trouble then a convenience, because I am so used to my friends just throwing my chair in their car and just going. When Wifey and I do go places with my power chair, I feel disconnected from her since we cannot walk at the same speed. I think it comes down to person preference. There was only once when we were out and I said it would be nice to have my power chair. That was at the Maryland Renaissance Festival because the Terrain sucks.
Tuesday, June 3, 2014
Since I have not received any proposals for the question of the week, here is something I have been thinking about. The logo that you have seeing popping up is really the tattoo my brother Paul designed and gave me. Now, Paul was an artist by heart, he kept most of his work private. I think it had too much meaning for other people to understand. Also Paul was his own critic for example if he saw a tat he did, he would say you should come back and let me fix it. Would he be piss that I have made his creation into a shield for the human spirit?
Maybe it is my way of keeping his gift a live, my brother passed away in February from a decease nobody can remember, or pronounce. Paul wanted to give me this tattoo as soon as we got back from the Oscar. It might have been his way of saying you fuck’n did it!
I kept put it off, because we all knew some laws would need to be fudge to get the job. Let me tell you, those laws did not get fudged enough, because my CP, gimp ass still moved. I guest Paul is ok with my use of the tattoo, because so far I have had no visits or stuff flying in the air at me.