My sister, while also being an artist, does other things on the side. She’s a certified Reiki Master and Aromatherapist. She also works at a local yoga studio, taking classes, subbing as instructor to some classes… then she has classes of her own, two of those I’ll be talk about in this post.
I’m talking about these because I’ve been working for her in artistic manners; photography, illustrations, & sewing. Plus, I’m just really enjoying the classes.
My city participates in Festival South. For the past several years, in June, there will be numerous art events all over the city, for pretty much the entire month. I think it’s a fab idea, however, there is so many different events and the way that the organization lays it all out is extremely confusing to me. I miss all of the good stuff. All I can ever seem to read are the things I’m not interested in, the things that cost money, or the events at the ungodly hour of nine in the morning.
So, this year I missed seeing Russian Ballet because it wasn’t even in their program for 4 June, but the magazine I picked up today listed it, and the Russian lady I met today told me about it; though she was also confused by the Festival South programming because she thought it was tomorrow.
I also missed this other art exhibit about Southern Influences, because it also wasn’t in the program and was only sent to my email by the Festival South team the day before it was over and I was busy attending a funeral on this exhibits last day.
Two years ago, this 4. July, Art Party had its first ever meeting. I enjoying playing the hostess more than anything. I love to prepare foods and arrange table settings in a pleasing manner. I also enjoy spending time with people who are close to me and creating art or learning new crafty things. I felt that what better way to have all of this combined, was to create impromptu Art Parties.
They initially started out as simply enjoying the time together working on our own art or projects, but have expanded to also include learning some new craft like origami, candle making, or beaded jewelry.
I have quite a nice little art collection going on. Fine art originals, prints, vintage magazine clippings, vintage frames, greeting card fronts. If I adore it, then it’s going up on my wall and more than likely will get a frame.
I really like and admire art, but I also don’t understand, nor adhere to “art rules” whatever those are really. I simply know what I like and what I think looks good together and I’ll shove art in any old frame or affix things to my walls however.
I become rather fond of my art. This fondness reminds me of the film, Miss Potter, about Beatrix Potter’s life. Her illustrations were like her children. Now, she talked with her wee little animals in coats, apparently. I don’t really do that, but I do feel like my girls are a part of me, like they are my little sisters or some such.
So, it feels awkward and weird to throw them away. But I also can’t keep all of them, as they are a lot in number. I do illustrate with intentions to sell my work. But, I’m never to the point of pricing things so high because I just love them so much. However, when they don’t sell, I don’t have the room to keep them, so I abandon them to good homes.
Besides illustrations, I do like to get crafty with art projects. I have absolutely no training in anything, except the piano and a bit in classical guitar. However I can not read music and I detested my guitar teacher, so I’m not really good with either.
Everything else is mainly self-taught. My parents are both artists, my mother was a painter with education and my father was a craftsman of fine jewelry and also had education. However they did not teach me either of their skills, though I could pick up a bit by simply watching them, when they weren’t shooing me away.