Holiday hangover in full effectzZzzZz.
It was the quietest holiday we’ve had in a while. But without childcare, I was counting down the days to get some me time. Even at 3 yrs old, my little still gets into our bed at 3 am everyday to touch my neck to feel safe. Excuse me, my necks. All three of them. It’s so uncomfortable. She follows me to the shower, holds my leg as I’m getting dressed, demands I sit next to her or hold her while we play, and yells “mamaaa, where areee youuuu?!” when I sneak off to the bathroom. I feel the love! I’m so happy to have an affectionate child who wants to be with me. Butttt mama needs a nap, and maybe like 10 seconds of no touching.
I finally got a few hours to myself this week. School’s back and I’m able to work again — organising my space, mixing paint and trying to finish some pieces.
Then today I tried to photograph my pieces. Have you ever turned on your camera phone only instead you get a quick glance of your double-chins-jowls-omg-yikes!-who-is-that-angry-face!? As you quickly turn the phone and question who you’ve become? Yikes! It’s happened too many times, and I’m surprised every time. Chins. Plural.
I need a nap.
All my chins need a nap.
If you're like me and you need a good laugh, check out the Museum of Bad Art:
Lucy in the Sky with Flowers is one of my all-time favourites. Her boobs swaying, her awkward posture on this flowery-gas-planet. Her legs could be doing the jig, or she could be whistling on her way to see her buddies, but instead she’s sitting in a chair, holding onto it for dear life. It’s amazing.
One-liners are sticky AF. It takes a lifetime to relearn and unstick them.
I can’t count all the times I’ve heard a one-liner or been told something untrue and it has stuck. I can tell you that these sticky one-liners still pop-up, 30 years later, somehow mid-run or mid-bike ride crystal clear with chimes and angles singing like the truth of all truths. A slight punch in the chest reminding you that,
“You’re too sensitive.”
“You’re work is creepy.”
“You draw too light, use black.”
“You don’t have a voice.”
blah blah blah…
My three year olds least favorite thing right now is to be sticky. Hates it. Won’t eat sticky things. Screams. Cries. Detests being sticky. Except for chuppa-chups, those are the exception.
Let’s be like Sophie. Let’s detest one liners. Let’s Scream. Cry. Run from them! No, but really, let’s not eat them up like candy and believe they’re truths. It’s your personal practice, it’s your work, it’s coming from inside you and it’s honest. Keep going.
And let’s use all the meaningless one-liners you once believed to work harder, and stronger, and skyrocket your confidence and your practice.
Lisa Yuskavage, Pie Face, 2007, oil on linen
And check out some of the gorgeous sticky-honest-beautiful work of Lisa Yuskavage:
“Art is for anyone. It’s just not for everyone,” states Jerry Saltz, New York’s art critic.
This is a fantastic article. Take it in. Enjoy it. And then read it again.
In summary, Do YOU! Play! Have fun! (BE GENEROUS & KIND!) And WORK!
How to Be an Artist. 33 rules to take you from clueless amateur to generational talent (or at least help you live life a little more creatively.)