This is the first Winter Solstice in many years that I won’t be sending out my homemade cards. Partial hospitalization cut into my creation time. Plus, I had to get ready to show off.
My church, First Unitarian of Des Moines, brings in a different artist every month and displays their work in this lovely gallery-like space—lots of natural light, lots of traffic (it’s the big meeting space outside the sanctuary). I get to be December’s Artist of the Month.
Yesterday, the curator and her helper got me set up. They were lovely, interested, detail-oriented ladies who made my cards looks funky and amazing in the space. I wrote little descriptive blurbs for each set of cards and a general Artist’s Statement to let folks know about me. Instead of the hoity-toity, deep philosophical art-babble, I basically said my aim was to make folks snort milk out their nose.
I’ve made cards for our Caring Ministry to send to folks who are suffering, but I’m excited to share more of my art with this community (Since there are kids, I did have to cull the most blatant profanity, but farts and poop definitely made the cut).
The show will be up all month. For those who live close, the doors are open Wednesday nights and Sundays, otherwise, call the office to see about getting in. On December 11, there’s a Meet the Artist opportunity between services (10:15-11:00). It’s not a big deal, just a chance for me to answer questions and be proud.
‘Cause I sorta am.