Yay! I made it before midnight!
I almost forgot to tell you Happy Birthday.
I hope you had a wonderful day!!
Chuck and his Mom (Patsy)
Thursday
Monday
No regrets
Normally I wouldn't put something this personal on here but I thought maybe it might help someone else, never know.
Friday July 31 or maybe it was Thursday..
I did not know that this had bothered me so much until journaling today. I’m not really sure what brought it to mind but I decided to write about it and hope that it will help me to stop being afraid to accept I am an artist no matter what anyone else thinks.
A few years ago I went to a Christian Artist Group’s meeting. I think this was the 3rd one I went to. The first two I enjoyed - different Artists discussed their work and process - but the last meeting I went to was a little different.
We were separated to different round tables. I was extremely uncomfortable because I was separated from my friend who I would not have gone to these meetings without. I struggle greatly with feeling I do not belong with other artists - you know the inferiority complex issue. That’s another story.
Anyway, I was at a table with varying ages college through retired. Our mediator was a 40ish, obviously in his mind well educated, or at least with college degrees in some form of art. He enjoyed using vocabulary to prove this. He had us go around the table and tell a little about ourselves. He seemed fine with everyone except when I said I was home schooling my children I saw a hint of disapproval on his face. I thought I must be mistaken as this was a “Christian” group. But as questions were asked when I tried to talk he would try to get someone else talking or he would take over. So maybe my “feelings” were correct about his dislike.
He also made a statement about Christian artists not feeling they should have to put John 3:16 on their work. (I made it sound nicer than what he said.) At this time I was working on a painting that I had photographed and photo shopped and turned into a business card size witnessing tool with what else but John 3:16 on the bottom of the card. I had almost taken one of them out and shown to someone but thankfully I did not, though now I think that was stupid. I did find myself grateful for the young lady, early 20’s I think, who said how interesting it was for her to meet such a varied group of artists. She also looked directly at me and said something to the effect of thinking home schooling was great. I don’t remember exactly what she said. This is interesting since I’ve been reading Heart of the Artist and one of the issues is picking the negative you hear and blowing it up vs. choosing to hear the positive and making that what you really listen to.
All these years I’ve clung to Mr. Negative and only now remembered Little Miss Positive. To put this in terms to make myself understand what is important I thought if I’d had a chance to spend time with either again - she would have won because of her excitement about art and general exuberance for life. I would have loved to have seen what her work was like too. Him, I would have chosen never to waste another moment with because he seemed so boring and full of self veneration.
Wow, I wish I’d had this insight then. I probably would have gone to more meetings.
We can not go backwards though, only forward, hmmm.
Don’t let others define who you are - or what you will become.
Friday July 31 or maybe it was Thursday..
I did not know that this had bothered me so much until journaling today. I’m not really sure what brought it to mind but I decided to write about it and hope that it will help me to stop being afraid to accept I am an artist no matter what anyone else thinks.
A few years ago I went to a Christian Artist Group’s meeting. I think this was the 3rd one I went to. The first two I enjoyed - different Artists discussed their work and process - but the last meeting I went to was a little different.
We were separated to different round tables. I was extremely uncomfortable because I was separated from my friend who I would not have gone to these meetings without. I struggle greatly with feeling I do not belong with other artists - you know the inferiority complex issue. That’s another story.
Anyway, I was at a table with varying ages college through retired. Our mediator was a 40ish, obviously in his mind well educated, or at least with college degrees in some form of art. He enjoyed using vocabulary to prove this. He had us go around the table and tell a little about ourselves. He seemed fine with everyone except when I said I was home schooling my children I saw a hint of disapproval on his face. I thought I must be mistaken as this was a “Christian” group. But as questions were asked when I tried to talk he would try to get someone else talking or he would take over. So maybe my “feelings” were correct about his dislike.
He also made a statement about Christian artists not feeling they should have to put John 3:16 on their work. (I made it sound nicer than what he said.) At this time I was working on a painting that I had photographed and photo shopped and turned into a business card size witnessing tool with what else but John 3:16 on the bottom of the card. I had almost taken one of them out and shown to someone but thankfully I did not, though now I think that was stupid. I did find myself grateful for the young lady, early 20’s I think, who said how interesting it was for her to meet such a varied group of artists. She also looked directly at me and said something to the effect of thinking home schooling was great. I don’t remember exactly what she said. This is interesting since I’ve been reading Heart of the Artist and one of the issues is picking the negative you hear and blowing it up vs. choosing to hear the positive and making that what you really listen to.
All these years I’ve clung to Mr. Negative and only now remembered Little Miss Positive. To put this in terms to make myself understand what is important I thought if I’d had a chance to spend time with either again - she would have won because of her excitement about art and general exuberance for life. I would have loved to have seen what her work was like too. Him, I would have chosen never to waste another moment with because he seemed so boring and full of self veneration.
Wow, I wish I’d had this insight then. I probably would have gone to more meetings.
We can not go backwards though, only forward, hmmm.
Don’t let others define who you are - or what you will become.
Tuesday
Monday
Leu gardens
Today I braved the heat and went to Leu Gardens with
Mom. It actually wasn't too bad 'till about
10:30 then it started to get muggy hot. But it
was fine before that.
Hi MomThis picture looks like I photoshopped
a glowing light into it but I didn't touch it, pretty.
Mom said she'd never seen a butterflysit and let someone take a picture of it
This guy was a perfect model
camo plant
I liked the star flower
bamboo
Sometimes I get a picture I likewhen my lens fogs up, happy little accident
Sunday
Wednesday
Tuesday
Yesterday was a fun day.
I met Tricia at Starbucks for coffee and free pastry.
Yummy blueberry scones. I like just about anything with blueberries.
We went back to her house for sketching.
I'm trying to get back into practice with my drawing.
What helps with that is having someone who likes to draw
What helps with that is having someone who likes to draw
also draw you while you draw them. I did this last week with
Tracy but forgot to take pictures. This is the sketch Tricia did of me.
I like it and think its funny she focused on my foot first and drew
from there. That would be very hard for me to do.
After Tricia's, I met mom and we went bowling. I did better
than usual. Mom always beats me though, she's good.
It was a fun day! And Trish (my sis) met us at the mall, yay!
It was a fun day! And Trish (my sis) met us at the mall, yay!
Thursday
wednesday
I finally finished my door piece
the really neat button bouquet Tricia gave mefor my birthday (I always wanted one)
Day at Disney..it really is free on your birthday
Day at Disney..it really is free on your birthdaybut only in 2009
me and Mom
I'm a castle freak, love castles
Minnie's house
I (we) rode Thunder Mountain
Jesse acting 'cause she said I need to ride a "real" roller coaster
I (we) rode splash mountain
going around the corner in the above picture, 
the anticipation of it all....
remember I love castles and this one comes in purply pink
... and blue
fireworks from the parking lot cause I didn't want to be in the
me and MomI'm a castle freak, love castles Minnie's houseI (we) rode Thunder Mountain
Jesse acting 'cause she said I need to ride a "real" roller coasterI (we) rode splash mountaingoing around the corner in the above picture, another log came down this right when we went
by and completely soaked us.
I looked like I'd gotten in the shower with my clothes on.
I was wearing jean capris so I was wet the rest of the evening = not fun
the anticipation of it all....
remember I love castles and this one comes in purply pink
... and bluefireworks from the parking lot cause I didn't want to be in the
crowd that flows out after
the only problem was the monorail track blocking part of my pictures
fun day!
the only problem was the monorail track blocking part of my pictures
fun day!Sunday
sunday
clouds outside - everyday it rains - something I like
tiny cupcakes, unfortunately hard to eat just one
heard of "pimp my ride", well this is "pimp my dog"
a very different peice of art I'm working on
tiny cupcakes, unfortunately hard to eat just one
heard of "pimp my ride", well this is "pimp my dog"
a very different peice of art I'm working on
I forgot to take pictures
We had a family cookout yesterday kind of a late 4th
celebration. I forgot to take pictures. This past week
working on the kitchen and trying to get everything
done I just kind of ran out of steam by Saturday.
It was a nice time but missed Corey, Christopher, and
Trish. The only thing I have a picture of
(because Chuck took it) is the new grill
he bought (you get what you pay for)
caught on fire. Oh well.
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