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The hopping aftermath

I ate. I walked. I talked. I looked. I was inspired.

The green chair

Saint John Arts Centre

Me on Germain Street

More reecycles

An antique lamp

There were perhaps a thousand people who partook the hop. I found myself enjoying the walk and talk of all things art with my friend Brian as much as being inside the overcrowded galleries. It was a challenge people to stand back from afar and view artwork hung on walls or that stood freestanding centrally within.

You can view all the pics from Friday night here.

Much of the shots are not of art but of buildings as truthfully there wasn’t any room to take pics inside the galleries. I love the architecture of this city anyways. I can’t wait to own my own home uptown.

I dream… and dreams do come true one step at a time.

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Artist Tip #20 – How to Draw a Miniature in 5 EASY Steps

How to Draw a Miniature in 5 EASY Steps

  1. Cut a piece of paper no larger than half the size of the palm of your hand
  2. Grab your smallest tipped paintbrush, nibbed pen or sharpen that pencil tip to a very fine point
  3. Make sure your eyes are never further than 8 inches away from that piece of paper at all times
  4. Begin creating NOW
  5. Use a magnifying glass if necessary

Last Tip – Fighting for the right to be an artist

Artist Tip #19 – Fighting for the right to be an artist

After writing the last tip I was left feeling empty, emotionless and bland.

This week I feel optimistic, content and hopeful that the hard work I am doing will pay off. And it is. Through continuing to improve one’s skills and continual learning and perhaps a bit of luck one can become successful in the Art world.

So am I fighting it? No. I’m enjoying the ride. And the best thing is this; I.am.the.driver.

Last Tip – Are you feeling it?

Next Tip – How to draw a miniature?

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Francis the Fish Swimming in the Sea

Francis the Fish Swimming in the Sea

This deco fish named Francis was drawn with professional quality Pilot pens on cotton acid free Canson paper.

Size – 3.5″ by 2.5″ which is standard *ACEO size

If you would like to see Francis up close and personal simply become my flickr contact and you can swim with him at 1000 pixels wide rather than the 500 pixels wide that I can only display here on my blog.

And if you need Francis swimming beside you all the time he was caught recently hanging out in my art shop. He bit the bait what could I do!

ACEO stands for Art Cards, Editions and Originals

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Artist Tip #18 – Are you feeling it?

Seems these last few weeks that feeling has been there as quickly as it goes. I left my journal at a friend of friends house and have yet to retrieve it. She said the night earlier she would run it up and punched my phone number into her phone as I exited the cab. Never trust a drunk person. I forgot it. I’ve been trying unsuccessfully to get her phone number from that good friend and she has not written back with it yet. Three weeks have passed.

I think I’ll trek down to this woman’s house tomorrow. Thoughts of her 11 year old daughter destroying the journal race through my head. Truth be told NEVER lend your good pens to someone who is NOT an artist. They will use them like a hammer. Once I have my journal back in hand I’ll Illustrate why. The pen’s tip in question has a leak now and no longer flows smoothly with green ink to paper. This mishap was from another night out with another good friend. A month has passed since.

I’ve not been feeling it lately people. I’m lost in this small city. Old friends are wonderful yet they don’t fill that creative void yet I just continue going out with them to the same old hang outs that play god awful music. I’ve never in all my life heard so many trainwrecks in 15 minutes times 1000. The clubs here change owners every year or so. A new Gangster moves in. A new name is given to the club thus increasing attendance in the short term yet the music remains pop, top 40 and country and these people call themselves DJ’s. Blasted! Two week’s have passed since.

You know what makes me happy… drawing, creating, conversing about life and my family. Not bars, cars, American Idol and certainly not hockey. Good food, a good documentary and a glass of wine is divine. Yes, folks I do drink alcohol with supper or socially. And yes, folks I am sober of chemicals for almost a thousand days.

A male friend of mine and I broke up recently. I miss him. I miss people with whom I used to create with on a weekly basis in person. I miss Vancouver or is the memory of that, just intense.

Pulling out my journal here to draw or write amongst friends is futile. There are those few who respect silence while we each do our own thing whilst enjoying each other’s presence. It’s not all bad. I’ve been absorbing it all and I’m full and fighting the urge to explode. Mmmm miniatures is not cutting it at the moment. Maybe some larger acrylic painting…

I do believe this city has something for me. I believe I have something to give this city. I’m here. The city is here. Neither of us are going anywhere anytime soon.

I will not run nor hide nor continue to do the things I am doing as some of them don’t feel good. And if it’s not feeling good then don’t do it.

So are you feeling it? Ask yourself that.

Previous Artist Tip – Artist Tip #17 – did you mix enough of that color?

Next Artist Tip – Fighting for the right to be an artist

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Censored Art Giveaway… erm Contest! …or Censorship by Bananas?

I have art to give away to you, my readers and friends.

UPDATE The contest is now closed. No more entries will be accepted. I’ll announce the randomly drawn winner tomorrow :). Thanks everyone.

The prize!

The rules are simple

Leave your name, blog address (if you have one), and email (which I will not share) and comment on this post once only please. Next Saturday I will randomly draw one name from the comments and mail you Censored by Banana and his female counterpart, Censorship by Flower.

About the Bananas

They are prints of the original miniature drawings. The originals were drawn on acid free textured cream colored card stock using my favorite Pilot pens. You should go and read the comments left on Flickr for these. I’m still laughing!

I print and hand cut all my prints. They were printed with gorgeous Vivera Inks on heavy 170gm2 matte photo paper. They are crisp, clean and will last for generations to come. They will be safely placed into an acid free rigid sleeve and packaged into an unbending mailer for shipping.

An ACEO stands for Art Cards, Editions and Originals. They always measure 2.5″ by 3.5″ and can be created in any medium. They are the exact size of a hockey, Magic or baseball card. Mat them and place into your favorite 5″ by 7″ or 8″ by 10″ frame.

What if I WIN? :)

On that note, if you win I will contact you by the secret email you left here. I will need you to email me back with your accurate physical mailing address that will never be shared. I will ship worldwide for free! I’ll announce the winner publicly next Saturday.

… and What if I Don’t Win? :(

And if you don’t win the set, they are available for purchase in my Art shop along with the other emotionally charged art!

Thank you!

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Napping and dreaming about bubbled artwork and ANGRY vintage kitchen tables

I am waking from a nap.

Moon

Work. Well, work is work. I’ve filed last Friday in a place that won’t be disturbed ever. I find myself holding out for the new manager to arrive. Hopefully when she arrives things will begin to turn around. Until that day comes, because I do not have other steady employment I will stay put, keep to myself and watch as co-workers quit, become frustrated and more unhappy. I work every day this week. My next day off is Sunday. There is not much I can do at work but work. I’ve resolved myself to do just that and since doing so my mind is quiet. There are things taking place that are way beyond my control. So be it.

November felt akin to mental concentration camp on my part. I went 40-50 days without a day off between Custom Framing, Design Contract work, Opening my online Art shop and writing for this Blog.

I managed to save enough money to ship the remainder of my things from Vancouver to Saint John. And the balance owing on my student loans is lowering month to month as I vigilantly place half of my income on the outstanding balance. Another few (plus) years to go.

Wednesday of last week I spoke to my ex-boyfriend who just happened to give my vintage kitchen table away, that I had painstakingly refinished bringing it back to it’s original luster, to his brother. Fuck you! Sad thing is if you get to angry at this man he withdraws and DOES NOTHING. When he does do something it’s pretty big and has a lasting effect on your pschy. I calmly told him to retrieve my kitchen table from his brother (who in no way shape or form gives two shits about me) repack and ship it to me immediately. He knew I NEVER planned on leaving it there and more than that would never give it to his brother.

Thus far only one oversized box has been shipped to me. That box contains four oversized original paintings and a hoola hoop which just happened to get wet because *dumbass didn’t place a tarp over the box in the rainiest city of Canada while transporting them to the shipping company from my friend’s house. Then he left while the company was on the phone with me. He just left. The company tells me on the phone that the box is wet. They ask me what is inside the box. I answer ARTWORK! They ask for my permission to open the box and offer to repack the 5 by 6 foot by 12 inch box at an extra cost mind you, to inspect the artwork for damage. So $332.00 later my box will arrive this Thursday.

Two of the four paintings were bubbling. I am four thousand miles away. It is all I can do to remain calm over the phone with the shipping company as he details the damage. The shipping company offered to crank the heat over night before repacking and shipping them the following morning.

When my friend Tomoko had gone out to her garage last Tuesday to inspect the boxes early last week she noticed one of them had disappeared and that all it’s contents including my CD’s, expensive software for my computer, handwoven blankets and a very cool IKEA step stool were on the garage floor. The vintage kitchen table was no where to be seen. She was flabbergasted.

I’m a tad pissed. Tomoko is pissed.

How is to possible to still be in love with someone that makes you so furious!

*That is my theory. Tomoko’s garage is dry. The shipping guy told me it was raining all day.

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