It was Friday at noon. Instead of taking just a lunch I was getting a half a day off from work. One of the perks of an office job, until I can do my art full time. For the past two years I've done the same thing with my get out of work free card, I've taken a sketch book and a pencil and gone to the Frist Center for the Visual Arts to see the current exhibit and renew my membership.
Forget about your 9a-5p (or your 6p-3a), the unfinished housework, the laundry. Let’s pretend you and I are sitting down for a glass of cabernet, something fancy and delicious, and you’re about to tell me what your thing is, what makes you happy….. besides wine.
The one thing I hear at every art show is “I wish I could do that. But I’m not creative.” This is usually followed by a list of excuses as to why he/she can’t possibly do it. Anyone can be creative, but it is a skill that needs to be worked on.
I was screaming at the top of my lungs at the car in front of me. I had been sitting in my car, trapped, for an hour and a half and I had gone 10 miles. I still had 10 more to go. I shut the music off out of spite, as if that affects anyone but me. “What is wrong with everyone. Just move!” I yelled, with a slew of derogatory remarks. I started punching my steering wheel. This happened every day, twice.
It’s pretty amazing that any of us survive, especially first born children. We are bundled up and brought home by people who have no experience, no credentials. And yet, somehow, these parenting newbs do it. They figure it out along the way. Trial and error. Until they become parenting bosses.
I thought after my art show was over Saturday I would be able to sleep again. I wouldn’t be tossing and turning all night thinking about everything I should be doing. Sunday night I blamed it on being too hot. I turned on all the fans, opened the windows, and tossed the covers to the other side of the bed. Then I was too cold.
I'm Jackie, an artist, illustrator, and friend to ghosts, monsters, and aliens. This blog is full of DIY projects, stories, and things I think are cool. Stay weird.