I’m pretty excited about the 30 paintings in 30 days challenge this year. I am having a lot of fun. It’s only day two so I probably shouldn’t get too ahead of myself, but there is something really relaxing about painting and doodling and painting some more.
Today I painted a spotted Pitbull, but with a twist. I guess she’s a little more patriotic than most.
I hope you are enjoying the challenge as much as I am!
Not painting makes me squirrely. Like I probably have beady eyes and everything. I’m going through withdrawals over here. I’m twitchy and grumpy and my pants no longer fit. I miss yellow ochre and cadmium red. I miss pitt pens. I miss paper.
Pregnancy and not painting have both turned me into a degenerate. I don’t want to do anything including bending over to pick things up. I’m that lazy. Instead of obsessing about ink flow on paper I’m obsessed with things that don’t matter like celebrity gossip and Donald Trump. Basically I’m obsessed with anything I can do sitting or lying down that only requires my thumb to scroll and click. I’ve read way too many things I won’t remember or care about in 20 minutes. I’ve spent way too much time saving dessert recipes I will never make. I’ve gone to bed at 7:30 pm only to wake up at 3:00 am starving. I’ve bought makeup online and I don’t even wear makeup very often (I couldn’t resist the free gift of even more makeup I won’t wear). I let my daughter jump off the couch into my clean laundry pile. It’s sort of like jumping into leaves in the fall, but we don’t have leaves and I am too lazy to fold all of that underwear. It seemed sort of win-win at the time. My daughter even tries to put my shoes on for me because she thinks I do it too slowly all by myself. String cheese is keeping me sane, you guys.
I’m losing my mind. I’ve become someone else trapped inside my own body. My once industrious self has been replaced by a sloth. Wait, that might be insulting to the sloth. Although a nice slow stretch and a nap sounds good right now. I can totally relate to falling asleep in the middle of eating lunch.
That’s not even the worst part.
I don’t mean to be outrageous or anything, but pregnancy has put a real damper on my creative process. I used to spend every spare moment painting or drawing or thinking about painting and drawing while collaging, but lately I just watch marathons of Grey’s Anatomy and cry (that show is emotional with all of the this one is sleeping with that one and then the dying and breaking up and stuff) while feeding my face copious amounts of string cheese.
Anyway, the nausea is starting to be less urgent and the 30 paintings in 30 days challenge starts in September so I thought I’d better start training for it. I got out the paints. I got out the markers. I got out my stick-to-it-ness. I took a break from Grey’s Anatomy and I painted. I really did.
It felt pretty good too. My brain decluttered and descattered and my eyes got a little less beady, but I also got kind of tired. It turns out growing another person inside your person is a lot of work and maybe, right now anyway, that’s about as much creativity as my body can muster.
I’m off to take a nap and maybe I’ll find it in me to paint again tomorrow: Fingers crossed, Grey’s Anatomy on pause, string cheese in the cheese drawer…sloth-like nature conquered? Nah…where is my blanket?
I am getting ready to hole up in my art studio for a creative marathon. I’ll be painting until the cows come home! I should feel tired just thinking about it, but instead I am completely energized. I have so much gratitude right now.
My kickstarter reached it’s funding goal. I am hoping to double the pledges before it ends because the art display walls are super expensive, but I am so grateful for the help I have received. It’s been an amazing experience so far. Asking for help and accepting it makes me feel vulnerable, but facing that fear and seeing the outpouring of support has been incredibly humbling. I appreciate everyone who had made a pledge, shared my project, and offered encouraging words of support. I totally jumped up and down for at least three minutes straight when I woke up and got the email saying my project would be funded. Woo hoo!
I’m really excited about the art show in June. I’ve been working hard planning and painting. I want my best work to be on display. The art show requires about 90% of your work be original pieces. I am going to be over-prepared because that is what I do. The hours I spend painting between now and then are going to be hard to count. I even bought a special lamp so I can paint at night (while the kiddo sleeps) and still have “natural” light so my colors won’t be off. Wish me speed and devotion. I’m going to need it. I am also grateful for this opportunity and experience. It truly feels like a dream come true.
I am also so grateful to friends and family who patiently listen to me and support me through moments of doubt and fear. I’ve been sick and have been taking care of sick family members. As the minutes, hours, and days tick by I feel the time pressure sucking my breath away. I struggle to stay calm even though I’ve lost at least a weeks worth of painting time. I debated cancelling the art show because I wasn’t sure I could get it all done. My family said no way. Never make decisions when you are sick. Now that I am feeling better I say NO WAY too.
I am nervous because putting my work in a real art show with real artists makes me feel a bit like an imposter. Will everyone look at my work and know I am an amateur? Thank goodness for the friends in my life who offer encouragement and tell me my doubts are silly because I do belong at the art show! I am clinging to those conversations during moments of fear. I have the best friends ever.
Anyway, I am, off to paint until the cows come home. I’ll be posting progress shots and finished pieces on Instagram and Facebook so stop by and say hello!