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Published by PaintingChef on 29 Feb 2008

Waking the sleeping artist.

The artistic part of my heart has been in hibernation for too long. For almost 2 years it was replaced by my job of “governing” artists. Maybe replaced isn’t the right word, rather it was DISplaced. So much of my creative energy was zapped by planning and filling out forms and applications for non-profit status and it finally hit me in the head like the proverbial ton of bricks that MY GOD… I need to PAINT. I have been more involved with photography than painting recently because it almost seems… easier. Photography is such an art and one at which I am truly a novice. But it seems like a more portable art. And it is one that, while it has tided me over like it were a bread basket I think it is time for steak. I need to paint. I have once again started to see canvases and the swirls of color every time I close my eyes. I even ordered a huge batch of fresh supplies from Jerry’s. It is time.

The only problem?

Those damn boxes. My paints and supplies are packed and hidden so far away that the thought of finding everything makes me kind of want to cry. Don’t get me wrong, the thought of taking my half of the “purple room” and setting up my own little art space full of wonderful smells and all the things that inspire me sounds like heaven. I can’t imagine a more perfect way to prepare myself to paint again. I think I just need a magic genie to come in and get all the boxes together first.

But I’m starting to hunger for creativity. The time I spending working is so much more draining than in my last work-situation. I think I need the outlet more than ever. I think it is time. I’ve gone too long. I don’t have to be in charge anymore.

Published by PaintingChef on 03 Apr 2007

In place of a jury trial.

In my opinion, it should be a criminal offense to be sick when you have the day off work, the sun is shining and the out of doors is just perfect. However, since I have no idea who I’d take to the People’s Court I suppose I’ll just have to bitch to the internet in general.

I spent the weekend (specifically, Saturday) around many more children than I normally do. I photographed a first birthday party and then went to a low country boil that evening where the food would have sent me to the hospital and the children, apparently, carried more diseases than the sewer rats that I likened them to on Sunday.

But looking back at the pictures I took on Saturday, it’s a bit hard to stay angry at these kids… you know… until that stabbing pain finds its way back to my throat and I open my mouth to hear nothing but the croak of a seventy year old, chain smoking phone sex operator. Or a bullfrog. A chain smoking one. With a foghorn. Whatever you’re more comfortable with.