Ahem... so, this is the only successful business I have ever had for such a long time - although not so successful in the past few years. I'd really rather "do art" but I don't know what I'd "do"? I keep coming up with ideas and have half-baked business plans, but I just can't approach it as a business. I've been an illustrator, t-shirt designer, stamp designer, store owner (don't enjoy that very much right now either)... I really like to make things. But not "crafty" stuff. I have ideas for creatures, paintings, products, murals... and I make them, whatever medium they need to be. I don't like trying to sell things, and other than stamps and postcards, I don't like making multiples. I'm an idea person. I have really good ideas. They scare most people. Right now I'd like to turn an old warehouse in town into an AWESOME Art Center. I can't stop thinking about it. I don't have the money and I don't know where to get it from. And I don't want to "run" the center. I just want to design it and then work in a studio there. I'd like to be a part of a group of working artists, and yet, still be independent. Can a serious introvert get lonely? So, the mystery, what do I do with my life? And what if I run out of time?
Monday, January 28, 2008
A glitch... but it goes back to a glyph (mystery). I'm being advised (coerced?) by husband, lawyer and other friends to give up designing rubber stamps. I'm not going to explain "why" here because it makes me SO ANGRY I COULD SCREAM!!!!
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
A new "glitch". Daycare. I am very fortunate to have a wonderful babysitter to watch my baby daughter a few chunks of time each week. But she has two kids in school and another 18 month old she cares for and between them... the colds just keep circulating. I have a damaged immune system and I've been sick since October. It's very frustrating. But I am supposed to be starting work again, part-time, and this definitely throws a wrench in the plans! I just can't get myself to leave the baby there knowing there are obvious, active germs around. Oh... BUMMER!
My husband said my voice sounds "sexy" with this cold. I think it sounds more like a cell-phone with bad reception.
Friday, January 11, 2008
Without realizing it, I have been collecting people. For years, since childhood actually, I have loved figures - especially Lego and Playmobil. My studio is filled with them. The tops of all my windows are lined with mini-figs. Fisher-Price, Holly Hobbie, Strawberry Shortcake, R2D2, TMNTs... does Godzilla count? But lately, I've been collecting people. For a while, it was female business owners. Now, it's gifted and artistic adults. So far, they are mostly internet personalities I have yet to meet in the real world, but I'm still excited to know they exist.
David Seah - who I was super-excited to discover in my own state! - (maybe I'll actually get to meet him?) - is definitely a very talented, gifted, renaissance type of guy. He meets all the criteria for gifted adult including the bizarre sense of humor, angst over his career and direction in life, and obsession with "thinking" about "stuff". If anyone reading this (does anyone read this?) is of this strange breed of person, please let me know so I can add you to my collection!
Hmm... maybe I should make a mini-fig for each of the people I "collect"...
I need more windows.
Oh! And here's his website so you can read about all the stuff he obsesses about:
Thursday, January 10, 2008
I'm on Day 6 of a 21 day online Journaling Class. I stumbled across the site www.cre8it.com while I was surfing from bed a few weeks ago. I was down for a few weeks with strep AND mono (what a combo) and feeling sorry for myself. And cabin fever, too. I had never taken an online class and figured this was the perfect opportunity! I have been having so much fun. I try to take the assignment a step further to challenge myself. But the best part is it is forcing me to do a bit of art everyday and my family puts up with it because it is "homework". :-)
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
I had a really strange dream the other night that I keep thinking about. My son had described his own brain as having filing cabinets in it and a very complex, but logical filing system. So I guess I must have been mulling that over. In my dream I could see the workings inside my head and they were all like big, colorful balloons floating around. As I explored between them I saw some deflated balloons and some that looked more like bean bags. Or rather, with that texture. Except that the "beans" were moving inside the balloon! The walls of this cave space were lined like those of Circuit City with TV set images all moving and all different.
That morning, while mulling this all over, I realized how my brain works. In school, I would stuff and cram information into a thought balloon. My mother helped me with rhymes and diagrams and silly pictures to help remember the facts. I'd sit down in front of the exam, my brain feeling blank. But then suddenly, I'd remember the rhyme or picture, and like a pin popping the balloon, the information would flood out over my exam. I usually got a really good grade, but then the information was mostly gone (except for the general ideas - the deflated balloon).
I still stuff my head with movies, books, ideas, etc. But I think that those balloons have developed a "memory" for being popped. Or maybe just a slow-leak! Only information associated with vibrant images seems to stay in my mind. I still need definite visual cues to trigger a memory too.
I discovered what those "bean-filled" balloons are too. They have ping-pong balls in them! I have ideas percolating all the time, but when one of those moving bean balloons gets popped the ping pong balls fly everywhere! There is total chaos in my brain with the idea balls flying everywhere and interrupting all my other thoughts.
The TVs on the walls are the general thoughts and chaos going on in there.
Yeah, I think too much.
Friday, January 4, 2008
Life seems to be a lot of puzzles and problems to be solved. Good thing I'm a problem-solver. Biggest problem lately has been a feeling of isolation - loneliness. So I thought it might be time to start a new blog. Take a chance, put my thoughts out there and see where it all goes.