I had a very nice outing with my old friend Barb the other night. We went to Ken's on Church St., which has become my new favorite bar, where we drank 2 pomegranate cosmos each and ate Caesar salads with anchovies. mmmm. We hadn't seen each other in awhile, so we caught up on each other's lives and, in the great spirit of friendship, left having lifted each other up just enough to be able to start a new week with new perspectives and a little more wind beneath our tired old wings.
Barb encouraged me to do more of my cartoonie - social - political art (still haven't figured out what to call it.) Her timing was great, because in the past week I've felt my eggshell facade of emotions crumbling as I've tried to work on abstract paintings here in the house. It's been a personal disaster, because the abstract work is simply so frikkin' hard hard hard to do --- I often give Phil the analogy of trying to write poetry at the dinner table. Or on a school bus. My abstract work is very personal and trying, and for the life of me I just can't do it while the rest of the family is here buzzing about. So, back to Barb, yes, I can sit at the dinner table with Caleb by my side yapping away about Lego men and I can sit there and draw personal funny pictures --- my little commentaries on my life and the world. So, taking her inspiration, I did one for her on a greeting card:
In the meantime, I'm still working on a series of abstracts, just not at a pace that I thought I'd have. I'm looking long and hard for studio space, and am sure the right thing will come up.
In the meantime, I'm going to bend like the willow and make art that I can make here in the swirling pile of love that is my household.