As I was reading the June 2014 issue of Architectural Digest (The Lush life), I inhaled the smell of freshly pressed magazine and slowly flipped through the pages.
When I reached the Bette Midler feature I realized, there it was… my dream home! Exactly as I have described it and want it!
It’s like Bette Midler fashioned her penthouse paradise to mirror my fantasy home. It made me dream bigger, gave me more ideas, but then I had to stop and put it away because although the beautiful visions and ideas would some day come true (fingers crossed)… It was getting crowded in there.
Filling up with dreams of painting the walls of my personal kitchen and hanging up all the frames and my art on the wall. Having my own office and decorating my daughter’s room with her help of course. Adding her toys and collections. Having dinner parties and having a get together. Game nights (I love board games).
So I moved on to Real Simple… why did I move on to Real Simple? It’s a magazine about decorating, organizing and doing things easier so then my own ideas came pouring in and it was even more crowded. I continued to read the May 2014 issue of Real Simple and kept thinking of how I too would use items intended for one purpose to help me with another.
If I created everything and took on all the projects and ideas in my brain, one, I would be happier but two, I would be exhausted. My crowded brain feels less crowded as I take on projects but in the middle of those projects I come up with new ideas and ways of doing what I’m currently doing. Or adding/changing something I already did. I make art to decorate my home and send as gifts. I don’t sell it because I’ve never thought my work was that good plus it’s my hobby.
The only form of art I have “sold”, is my face painting, and I miss doing it.
If you ever experienced stepping into my office in my old house in NC, the first thing you would notice is my OCD showing its face. Everything labeled and in its place. The next thing you would notice is that the only things that would crowd my desk space and table tops were current art projects, and college books for my homework. If my chair didn’t have wheels I would be miserable, because if I needed something for what I was working on, (for some reason) standing up took me out of my groove, rolling around from my workspace to a dresser and back was the way to do it in my world.
Now that I’m limited to the confines of my NY apartment, and my art supplies are in storage, emptying my brain is harder to do, thus leaving me with this (worst than a NY subway) crowded brain!
VARious ARtists ARtistry 
