Sunday, January 29, 2012

Drive, Drive, Drive and pattern making bliss

I did cry as I drove away from my little bug but it's been 2 weeks now with #momcar Ford Freestyle and so far so good. 17 year old Chloe was so happy to get behind the wheel right away and DRIVE, DRIVE, DRIVE. It's a very solid, front wheel drive, full size crossover and our weather has been oh so wintery. There are fender benders and accidents all over the place but our big wagon just cruises on by. Grocery shopping and fetching giant water-cooler bottles has been a breeze.
I'm redesigning my logo and hope to have it printed and pasted on the back window of my new ride all ready for spring. Speaking of redesigning..... I'm thrilled to be starting module 2 of  the art and business of pattern design
put on by these two amazing creative entrepreneurs:

I feel so fortunate to be soaking up loads of creative energy from all my new 'friends' on Flickr and Pinterest who are taking the course. This new world of studying through social media is incredibly inspiring. 5 short years ago I was in a severe life threatening depression. After stumbling across SuziBlu on Youtube and connecting with Kelly Rae Roberts on Facebook I haven't looked back. I took 3 of Suzi's workshops and then 'Flying Lessons' from Kelly Rae. My experiences with on-line studies has not only taught me artistic things it has literally and dramatically saved my life. With the help of Medical care, connecting with a wonderful community in social media and ART I am a happy and functioning mom and full-time artist.
Monday launches Module 2 in The Art and Biz of Pattern design. I have, again, found the most amazing online supportive community and I am learning in warp speed!!! It's so exciting! I have big goals right now that I'll be sharing as I go. here are a few of my new creations
my hand drawn paisley pattern on repeat with color. Hopefully destined for fabric, paper, etc.

detail of my hand drawn doodle paisley pattern
layered bursts pattern
simple doodle lines over firey red
tangerine tango is the pantone color of the year! I honored it by adding some springy doodle flowers and made it a repeat

Sunday, January 15, 2012

travels through the bizarre world of car sales

I've been driving my mid-life crisis car for a few years, a VW beetle that I bought from a wonderful friend- easy peasy. It's not fancy but it's mine and I love it..... it has heated seats and when I get in on a frigid day it wraps me up in a big warm hug. I spend, what feels like half my life in that little buddy. Driving to drum lessons, youth group, school, pizza hut (Mitch's job) and Jugo Juice (Chloe's job) etc. This last year the bug has been our only vehicle and it is not so convenient for this life of hauling kids, groceries, large canvases and a myriad of other jobs we've stretched into it. It's just not working so I'm going back to a mom mobile of some sort. Yesterday I hit the bizarre car dealership circuit. A study in culture I would have preferred not to have.

First was Kelowna Hyundai where a nice older gentleman showed me couple of minivans. He brought his manager over to meet me and I almost lost my breakfast, the guy had the most disgusting, contagious eye infection. He should have been sitting in the emergency room with an IV drip of brood spectrum antibiotics, instead he was micro managing his employees and shaking hands with customers! (yes, I shook his hand and I'm having post traumatic stress right now)

Next, I moved on to Orchard Ford where Mike has been trying to find me the right car, I felt confident that I could get a reliable car there but nothing fit my very meager (artists) budget. Thanks for trying Mike. He showed me a loaded Ford Freestyle, I loved it but way out of my price range. I dreamed, for a moment that I was financially flush and could have any car I wanted. (mental note to look for Freestyles in a lower price point)

Then, I entered a den of tenebrous confusion and at the Dodge place, Kelowna Chrysler .... I very clearly asked for a used minivan under $8000. After being dragged around the showroom to meet 4 different managers, fill out strange questionnaires and  generally feel manipulated they brought out a $13,000 PT cruiser. Seriously? Talk about misogyny and abuse of someone's time. an hour and a half later I dashed out while the used car salesman tried to drag me back in to see yet another manager. In all that time I DID NOT get shown any vehicles!

At that point the snow started to fly and the wind howl and my heated seats were the only saving grace. I pressed on to the other Ford Dealer and met Calvin, a very respectful experienced salesman  who heard exactly what I was after and quickly got keys for me to drive the 3 minivans he had on the lot. There was a Pontiac Montana, a loaded but older Windstar (what a boat) and a Dodge Caravan. After driving those bad boys I was cold-to-the-bone and just wanted to sit in a hot bath. I couldn't think straight enough to decide which one made sense.

Me and the bug had one more very important task, Pick up Chloe from work and deliver her to a friends house. Then, I came home to a quiet house and had my scalding hot bath and put on about 10 layers to stay warm. Still no car but maybe I'm getting closer.

I drove away from the day feeling so grateful for my dear little silver bubble that faithfully transports me warmly wherever I need to go. I'll be sad to say goodbye.

Sunday, January 1, 2012

The Cold and the new year

• 2011, the year my 22 year relationship ceased in it's known state and became another, yet to be defined sort of union.
• 2012, the year that I learn to stand on my own.

I was afraid to turn off the T.V. last night, afraid to slip out from under the sheets to change into my Pajamas.... it all felt insurmountable. I'm alone. I watched Cold Play ring in the new year and just fell asleep in my clothes. Somewhere in the wee hours the blaring voice of a televangelist woke me up and I clicked the off button and sunk into an uncomfortable dream.
There's a type of coldness that can't be remedied with flame. It's dark and slow and breathless, it settles in deep for awhile. You can't wail it away. One day, early in the summer you look behind and realize that it's lifted and slinked off waiting for another season. Until that unplanned day you feel as though it's yours forever.... The Cold.

• 2011, the year I made a decision to be a real artist. The kind that makes money unapologetically, anyway she damn well pleases. The year I made the choice to be interdependent rather than dependent or independent. I met amazing people that accepted and validated me. I spent wonderful days growing and loving my beautiful children.

• 2012, The year I begin a new life being a real artist, being OK, being me.