I smartened up yesterday, dumped out one suitcase, and loaded it with all the art supplies I need to schlep to classes. I’d seen other people doing this, so it’s not my brilliant idea. Just took me a day.
Yesterday’s classes were with painters. I’ve longed to learn how to use paint since high school (when I flunked art class). It’s always intimidated me, so I ran through a gammet of expected emotions throughout the day. It was a challenge to stay present, to breathe, to remember who I was and that I was okay no matter what. Both teachers were kind, funny, helpful, nonjudgmental. All that made a challenging day successful.
Again, these pages are just beginnings; a way to learn techniques and start applying them. We all wanted weeks to keep working on them.
In Michael’s class, we started with a wash of paint, then slowly pulled images out of it with repeated layers of wash and white highlights. This is one technique I want to try again. It has a spooky, otherworldly quality that I dig in a big way, but couldn’t quite grok in three hours.
Then it was time for the vendor show. Half a table turned out to be a lot smaller than I expected, so I ditched my idea of showing my bigger collages and set up my cards as best I could. My table-mate, Lynn, and her girlfriend, started laughing at my stuff almost immediately, so that helped me settle down and enjoy myself.
And all I can really say is, “Holy Shit!” People crowded around my end of the table until Teesha flicked the lights to call quits on the show. Even then, a couple of new friends hung around, digging through my boxes and exclaiming over details like WW1-era papers and gilding paints. Compliments bombarded me like little Nerf balls. I loved telling the stories of cards people chose; This is my grandma… This is my mom and dad…This image came from a 1915 holistic health magazine… This group of folks loved it. I was in my perfect venue.
I started out with four boxes of cards and ended up with two and a half. I haven’t tallied the take, but let me tell you, it’s much more than I ever expected. I was in shock when I packed up.
And stinky, sticky with adrenalin.
And my back ached like a son-of-a-bitch.
And What A Day!