It’s a good life, enjoy it.


Sunday was an absolutely beautiful day, followed by an equally stunning Monday. I spent Sunday building panels for new paintings. All three panels already have faces waiting to be painted. The smallest is for Thibodeaux and Boudreaux, two feisty little dachshunds. The medium is for Reg and Dito, both whom I met at my November art show. Dito by far wins the award for best dog eyebrows ever. The largest panel is 3’x3’, and is for the face of a Tjuntjunjarra Man that was passed along to me. I have no idea how to pronounce that – yet. He’s really been tugging at my spirit since I first laid eyes on him and I’m eager to begin the painting. Like they say in Field of Dreams, “build it, and they will come.” I built, now all three paintings are about to come out!

I spent most of Monday painting. This guy keeps morphing into someone new every time I work on him. Funny thing is, I don’t know who he is. My original sketch looks nothing like the face that currently stares back at me. I stood with bare feet on the base of my easel, face inches from the panel’s surface as I pushed back shadows and pulled out highlights. The colors in his face are getting more vibrant, and I removed his shoulders, leaving a floating, bearded face of purples, pinks, and yellows. We’ll see where he goes from here. I might give him a shave…who knows. I’ve been known to completely wipe paintings even this far in, so that’s still an option too I suppose.

I went for a long run on Monday in attempt to momentarily step away from the painting. I recently got a new phone that’s almost too big for my small hands to wrap around even for basic phone-related uses, which means it’s definitely too big to shove into my sports bra and take on a run. So, I dug out my old iPod mini. To my surprise it still worked, and the only thing on it was my “run” playlist from many years ago. Some of the songs cracked me up to the point that I burst out in audible laughter while running. I got a few strange looks from people as I jogged past wearing a huge smile on my bright red face. Hopefully my smile created one of their own as they wondered what that crazy pony-tailed girl was grinning about.

I watched a few films and documentaries on Netflix, two of which really jumped out and stuck with me. First up is Bill Cunningham New York – a captivating documentary about the New York Times street fashion photographer. His smile and laugh are infectious. Honestly, you can’t watch this film and not smile. His passion and love for his “work” is fascinating and incredibly motivating.

Next up was Frank. I had seen posters for this film in the London tube tunnels last year, and my friend Jo had mentioned it to me, but I must not have really heard her say anything more about it than, “It stars Michael Fassbender, but he’s wearing a giant fake head, and bits of it were filmed in Austin.” (sorry Jo!). This film was amazing. Maybe it was the state of mind I was in, but I thoroughly enjoyed it. It’s a disarmingly honest portrayal of the creative process, mental illness, and life in general.  It inspired me, and as the film often references, it takes the viewer to the “far corners” of artistic creation. I highly recommend it, though I admit it’s a little off-kilter and not for everyone. It’s based on the real life of Frank Sidebottom, and here’s a great article to read about him (which also gives spoilers to the film).

But really, you need to watch this film.

It turns out people are actually reading this blog, so a great big THANK YOU to those of you who have made it this far! It really means a lot and brings a great big smile to my face! Some of you even asked how to follow my posts, and you can now easily subscribe to my blog feed. At the bottom of the page, below Kermit, enter your email address and you’ll be notified every time I post a new blog. Easy as pie. That will save you from the constant wonder of, “Has she posted again?!” which I’m sure keeps all of you up at night in eager anticipation. Ha!

Off to Nacogdoches tomorrow! I’m pretty excited about it and will be sure to share details of the evening once I’ve returned home.

I caught the tail end of this video while cooking Christmas dinner at my childhood home this past December. I could hear it from the living room and walked away from the kitchen to watch it. Mashed potato covered wooden spoon in hand, I stood hypnotized as Kermit’s message struck a strong, loud chord within me. It’s one of those things that has nagged at me ever since, so tonight I decided to Google it – because everything’s on the internet, right? I wanted to share it because Kermit – in true Kermit form – has a pretty good message we all need to hear…really hear.

Here’s to making our dreams come true.



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