The above was the promo I made for a show after I came back to art. My apartment burned, all of my art supplies and sketchbooks I had – up in flames. It was, a big deal… My cat survived, thank God.
It came about after a night of some soul searching, and telling the universe, “Hey, all this pressure is b.s., so I will no longer call myself an artist.” I said it outloud, “I am no longer an artist.“
The next night I came home (I was at my b.f.’s) to a home, well, in ruins. Luckily, the fire had burned itself out (thank you, weather-stripping), and only my kitchen flamed out. Smoke damage and the heat of it all, though, provided most of the damage (ever seen a melted microwave?). No one had called the fire department, I was the first to.
And they couldn’t figure out how the fire started (I didn’t use oils or turpentine). Neither could the insurance people. Neither could my dad, a 23 year vet for the AFD. So… be careful what you wish for, and if what you wish for comes out, its a blessing, even if it is a rough one. My life changed after that. Not enough to not be an artist, though, a few months later, I had my a-ha moment and came back. Thanks, Lynne!
It was a word puzzle/collage, and five different flyers. I’ve done that a lot with my flyers…
I had this glass piece on a necklace… a piece of an Aveda bottle recycled, just a rectangle of glass with ‘re’ on it. It occured to me one day, the prefix ‘re’ and phoenix mean the same thing. What does a phoenix do? Reborn. Rebirth. Resurrect. Renew. So, re-phoenix. Me as an artist, back then, resurfacing till I get my shizz the way I want it. I’m a lot closer these days, in fact I know what I want, hence, goin Eagle. Doin’ it.
