I received an email from the Springfield Art Museum last year saying that they wanted to kick off a new gallery space in their gift shop to display art from the locals in Springfield. I submitted my work and was truly thrilled to receive an acceptance letter. My painting “Conversation Homesick” from the “Developed and Less Finished: Maintaining Life” series is now on display for the next six months as part of the “Art in Our City” exhibition at the Springfield Art Museum.
I was one of the artists not accepted into the 57th Delta Exhibition at the Arkansas Arts Center. Typically, I would not feel the bitter rejection – I submit a lot of work to a lot things and get a lot of rejection letters and emails. However, when I found out that George Dombek was serving as the juror, I was disappointed. My grandmother was married to George Dombek’s brother for forty years. I have never met George that I can remember – it wasn’t like close family or anything – he most likely does not even know who I am. I didn’t become an artist because he was an artist or anything like that. But I thought that would be a kind of cool way to meet him (indirectly meet him), through him viewing my work. Alas, it is not our time yet to meet.
When I first received the invitation to the Delta des Refuses exhibition, I didn’t want to participate because I didn’t want my artist peers to know I had submitted and was not accepted. The more I thought about the exhibition however, the more I was encouraged that there was an opportunity to show my “rejected” work. I also was curious to see what other pieces and artists were rejected.
We went to the opening and there were so many people there. We even ran into some friends who were enjoying the art.
That night we went to the Yann Tiersen concert at the Granada Theater where his band played mostly songs from their latest album “Infinity” – this concert was incredible. M and I were completely inspired.
We also took a short day trip to Waco to visit M’s sister H. There was this great “play something” piano just outside in the middle of the town. So M played something!
M picked me up for lunch and we went to the Arkansas Arts Center Carroll Cloar Exhibition. When we first walked into the gallery, it smelled really bad, and I couldn’t place what the smell was. It wasn’t until we got to the Carroll Cloar studio installation that I realized the smell was old paper. If you have ever made your own paper and your paper pulp got moldy, you know that smell can be painful. M took a picture of me in front of Cloar’s studio, and I thought I was smiling, but apparently I was just looking at the camera.
There were so many beautiful patterns and colors. The compositions were also very pleasing to look at.
I got inspired and decided to forego house chores and to-do maintenance list (mostly involving my stinky dog Ein) and worked in my studio.
I put in an old black & white movie – The Sky’s the Limit (1943), a romantic musical comedy film starring Fred Astaire and Joan Leslie – and got to work. At one point, I found myself wishing that Fred Astaire’s name was spelled with an E, like Esterre. I don’t know why.
I finished my chicken painting studies.
I want to do a large landscape painting with chickens in the foreground, so I gessoed over an old painting. It was a failed painting that I never finished.
I always feel super great when I work in my studio. It’s the same feeling when I’m playing music. I feel alive and immersed in the present. I feel awake.