In the last few months I have grown stronger with the support of a few friends. Nothing traumatic happened. My life has been pretty rad, in fact, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t need friends. The experience of collaborating was pretty new to me and I was kind of scared but working with Frank Strunk III was inspiring, fun and very encouraging. I mostly threw myself in to whatever we were doing and didn’t let my critical side act up too much and question whether i could do something or not. There was no time for that and I had someone else to think of so I just acted. Frank’s honesty, creativity, kindness and enthusiasm made it easy and I definitely gained a little more confidence. Not that I’m normally a wreck of negativity and doubt, but who couldn’t use a little more confidence? Even more importantly, I made a friend who is now rather dear to me and that doesn’t happen every day.
I’m thankful for my craftin’ art show buddies like Coralette Damme (aka the Crafty Hag) and Demeree Barth (aka DemiGod Studios) for being there to bounce new ideas off of, discuss and share opportunities, dilemmas and techniques and just be in a similar frame of mind with. Without Demeree I’d not have taken the risk and drove to West Palm Beach, booked a hotel for a few nights and paid an entrance fee into Art Rock. It’s not only because her car is more stable (well that’s part of it!) but it was simply having a comrade who is taking the same risk, sharing the expense and the adventure and knowing that whatever happens we’ll make the most of it and if nothing else have a fun road trip. I rocked it at Art Rock, btw. But even if it hadn’t gone well, I think everything else we did together would have made it worth while. Especially, making a skeleton sand sculpture! (I need to get you guys pics of that!)
I can’t leave out my dearest friend of all and the love of my life Jim Morey who listens to all my trials and tribulations on a daily basis. I swear you’d think being an artist was all fun and playful (and it is) but it’s also filled with research, trial and error, more trial and error, frustration, epiphanies, more trial, success, elation – rinse, lather, repeat. I’ve spent so much time figuring out new mediums this past year and not without a lot of heartache and occasionally wanting to give up. Polymer clay, for example, is a fickle bitch. The worst of the lot. Jim’s always been there allowing me to vent, figure stuff out, suggesting solutions, shutting up and letting me vent, supplying hugs, and offering endless encouragement. He’s my biggest fan and supporter and I am his. It’s a beautiful thing.
Wow, I feel like I should now thank the academy or something. I’m not sure where that all came from. The comic really just stemmed from an aimless doodle…the haiku dug a little deeper I guess. All I planned on posting tonight was this awesome x-ray of kermit the frog:
Give your friends a hug and I’ll see you next week!