Oh how I love my monthly Open Studio Class!! I never know who will show up or how many. On the day before, I actually have to clean up and organize the studio, always a good thing. The thing I like most about it is the camaraderie. Artists are loners by nature and now and then it’s good to have some friends and fellow artists around. It is important to share the visions and dreams of other artists, our hopes and anticipation for the masterpiece which is just around the corner.
Here we are:
I am determined to get out to paint this Friday, without fail. I think I’ll go over to Twin Lakes Fish Camp in Cross Creek or to MKR State Park.
I’ve always been puzzled by artists who feel it is beneath them to paint with others who might not be as skilled as they are. I love painting with people who are sharing the same struggles that I am. There is a great deal of elitism in the world of art and it is disturbing. We are pitted against each other by promoters and art centers, festivals and so forth. It has become very competitive and now even paint outs are set up to be exclusive and elite. Many of the organizations try to give a feeling of elitism and status by making us vie for signature status and awards. What does all of that mean? Absolutely nothing!! We are simply putting paint on canvas. It shouldn’t take signature status to tell us who can paint and who can’t. Our eyes will tell us. There will always be painters whose work is superior. We shouldn’t have to have exclusivity to make us feel self important. Good work always speaks for itself.
I was thinking the other day about my youth. In my high school years, muscle cars were it!!. I still love them. When I get rich, I’m gong to buy one fully restored. My high school boyfriend had a navy blue Plymouth Road Runner with all the stuff under the hood. What a car! Friday night was date night and he picked me up in the RR. There was always a bottle of whiskey on the front seat because in those days everyone drank. Our parents, grandparents and family friends all drank. It was part of our lives and no one thought anything about it. We would head straight for the drive in restaurant called Jerry’s and that was the date. We spent the evening eating,drinking and socializing with all of our friends, All of the muscle cars cruised through the parking lot and so the noise was deafening. Surprisingly, most of us were not drunk. We could hold our likker. That was my Dad’s best advice to me as a young adolescent. “If you can’t hold your likker, don’t drink”. I always remembered it and to this day I hate to be around a sloppy drunk.
I got through college on a wing and a prayer. I wasn’t very smart so I suffered through math and science classes, barely squeaking by. Money was always a problem. After all, I was in art school. I lived on tuna and mac and cheese sandwiches. There is nothing like a mac and cheese sandwich. No one believes me but it’s true. Here is the recipe:
Prepare one box of Kraft Mac and Cheese. Put it in a bread loaf pan and pack it down good. Refrigerate it overnight.
At lunch time, take it out and slice off a nice thick piece. Take two slices of bread, mustard and mayo, some lettuce and tomato slices and build a sandwich. You can also use pickle slices for extra flavor. Don’t forget the salt and pepper. it is delish!!! Good enough to get me through art school!!!