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Mar. 23rd, 2019 09:10 pmLately I have been stressed (yeah...you know) and I have not really been able to work on artsy things. I have fallen into the trap that all art time should be production time...making sellable products. That is one way to strangle the muse. Sigh... I am told it is a common thing with creatives...
The other day I saw something on FB about the little museum where I exhibited my shark painting last year. They are having a 2 day workshop about doing a daily painting. The instructor is an artist that has survived cancer as a young adult. She is probably 30 now. The paints a 6 x 6 canvas every day and has done it for over 3000 days. She works in acrylics and the paintings are flowers in a vase. She says the point of it is not what you paint, but the fact that you are putting paint on a canvas.
I am curious about what she has to say...cancer is no joke and she can paint every day...and do bigger works too. The class is for all levels. And while I don't have much experience in acrylic i think it fine, because then there is no way my brain can say I should be making product. We shall see. I think it would be good also for a social aspect.
The only hard part is that the time is too close to the train getting in. The class is at 10 AM and the train does not pull into Rockport until 9:42. I can't huff it to the museum in less than 18 minutes There is a bed and breakfast that I walk by and it turns out that they open up the weekend that the class is. I will need to try and book a room for 2 nights. The good thing is that I have wanted to try and stay there... just not before the summer. The folks who own it vacationed there for 20 years and then bought it. I am hoping it is nice as it is $120 a night.
The other day I saw something on FB about the little museum where I exhibited my shark painting last year. They are having a 2 day workshop about doing a daily painting. The instructor is an artist that has survived cancer as a young adult. She is probably 30 now. The paints a 6 x 6 canvas every day and has done it for over 3000 days. She works in acrylics and the paintings are flowers in a vase. She says the point of it is not what you paint, but the fact that you are putting paint on a canvas.
I am curious about what she has to say...cancer is no joke and she can paint every day...and do bigger works too. The class is for all levels. And while I don't have much experience in acrylic i think it fine, because then there is no way my brain can say I should be making product. We shall see. I think it would be good also for a social aspect.
The only hard part is that the time is too close to the train getting in. The class is at 10 AM and the train does not pull into Rockport until 9:42. I can't huff it to the museum in less than 18 minutes There is a bed and breakfast that I walk by and it turns out that they open up the weekend that the class is. I will need to try and book a room for 2 nights. The good thing is that I have wanted to try and stay there... just not before the summer. The folks who own it vacationed there for 20 years and then bought it. I am hoping it is nice as it is $120 a night.
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Date: 2019-03-24 08:19 pm (UTC)(2) call the person giving the class, explain the train schedule, and see if she can put you into contact with anyone else going who could give you a ride from the station. maybe she even could/would.
(3) production for sale is a hard thing, but i think it would both give you money for materials AND a confidence boost to be selling more. i ALMOST sent you a picture of my ceramic whale soap dispenser that i've had for 20 years and carried with me from CA to NY to CT to NY to ME to NY because i love the damn thing so much and the guy who originally cast them was in SF (not like if you made something similar you'd be competing with him) and because i cracked the tail of mine. i managed to glue it back together and i think it's OK, but it nearly broke my heart.
still, making and painting things that will sell, and that people will love, has an upside. there's a guy in SF who made something that i love dearly enough to carry with me wherever i've moved.