So on Thursday I went to the reception and open house given by the VAAA and Harcourt House. I wandered through some artists studies, took deep breaths and introduced myself. Using the “I just moved here in March” as a starting point for discussion helped me a lot. No, No I didn’t just finally get up the nerve to come out to this thing, I am new here. I felt so legit.
Why is it so hard to meet strangers and talk? Sharon at the VAAA introduced me to some people and that made it easier. Patricia Laing talked to me and took my card. She passed my email address to some friends in costuming and fibre arts and suddenly I am “chatting” with people and planning on getting together. So it does work and it is worth the stress. Why this fear? It is not like there is a grizzly waiting for me if I talk to the wrong person. “Stranger Danger”? Yeah I am not 4 years old either.
On another note, My pets have arrived from Montreal. Despite of all my worrying they arrived safe and sound, if a little freaked out. The cat immediate hid behind the furnace and even tried to get under the sub floor. The dog adored everyone but was incredibly hyper. Everyone has settled down now. Both dogs are getting along and the cat has emerged from the basement and even teased the dog this morning.
Katie with my mother
Having my pets here really made me appreciate Patricia’s animal pictures:
Blue Kat on Green 20×24 Acrylic by Patricia Liang
Oh and we bought a bed yesterday. So some time soon I will be having a real bed.
Oh yeah, I guess I am really living here now.
Ok so I am not yet blossoming, but I am “Living Here”. The last of my “possessions” are on their way – my cat and dog – they are flying tomorrow morning. I am chewing my fingernails, metaphorically because they taste awful, actually I am snacking, chewing my nails would be better for my health. I did start working out last week but we are not going to whine about that here.
What I forgot to post last week is that I joined the VAAA “Visual Arts Alberta Association”. My sister and I went back to Harcourt house to see the exhibition that we thought was on. It wasn’t. They were setting up for another one. So we wandered across the hall to see if VAAA had something. They didn’t but we got to talking with Sharon Moore Foster, a potter and sculpture, who signed us up for the VAAA. We had a wonderful talk about art, time and health.
Next week is “The Works” in Edmonton. I am planning to go to the VAAA reception for its “Coming of Age: The Graduates” on the 21st. We might go to some other exhibits too.
It has been almost 2 months since I last posted. I finally have a finished bathroom! Yay! The laundry room holes in the walls have been closed. As soon as it is finished being plastered and primed we can get the flooring in and then we can have bedrooms with floor space again.
The other thing that has been happening is SPRING (cue music from Jaws) The trees have been doing their thing and for the last two weeks I have been surviving under the influence of antihistamines. Things are finally getting back to normal, I have only a drippy nose without them now. I can focus for longer the 3 minutes again.
“Blossom where you are planted” is from Julia Cameron’s “Finding Water” one of the sequels to “The Artist Way” I started journaling again in the morning and making my way slowly through the book. Due to my living situation most of the exercises in the book are not applicable at this time but reading and journaling has helped. Many weeks ago I cleared desk space and unpacked partially some of my drawing supplies and promptly ignored them. My mind was being about three years old, throwing tantrums “If I can’t have my fabrics and sewing machine then I don’t want to do ANYTHING!” it wailed. That was really helpful in dealing with the slow transition….
After weeks of writing that, I finally got past the block. My granddaughter posted a picture of herself with bright blue streaks in her blond hair. It is a lovely picture full of her character. I thought about different ways to play with it but I couldn’t decide. Then an internet friend Lynnette posted a partially completed image of a new piece she is working on. All about the phoenix with feathers in her hair and I knew what to do with the picture.
So here is my granddaughter – the parrot girl. 9 x 12 oil pastels