Will I Ever Feel Ready?

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Well, here it is.

My first real teaching gig.

My pottery teacher is also the art director for our Neighborhood Guild.  As my 365 came to an end, she slowly began to plant the seed that I should get into teaching.

Teach what? I asked.

Anything you’d like was her reply.

I taught art classes all through highschool and college.  I knew I was good at it… but so much time has passed.

I had to admit to her I was scared.

My teacher told me she too was once scared about teaching but you also have an opportunity to make a major contribution to your community.

This is true.

 I LOVE working with kids and I LOVE making art. Could I possibly meld the two?

Well, I have to admit it to the world – I AM STILL SCARED SILLY! 

 But you know, whenever I feel those pangs of fear, I take it as a sign to jump right in –head first.

Ker Plunk.

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Teach anything I want…well that doesn’t help! The possibilities are endless. But when I really sat down to think about it, what a gift to be told you can teach anything you want.  I can choose the things I love.  really. That is an amazing gift.

I decided on a sketchbook class for kids.  This may be the first sketchbook for many of them.  My idea is to have a bunch of stations the kids travel through during class.  I want to keep the class fast paced to mimic the children’s high energy and then at the end of the class they can revisit any of the stations or choose some exploration time with my “Up-to-You” bins.  We have an amazing recycling center here in RI where I can supply the kids with countless materials for art-making.

I also want the atmosphere to be fun, casual, and filled with music of the kids choosing. I want them to be able to work on the table, the walls, the floor.  Whichever feels right to them.  I want silliness and seriousness. I think there’s room for both.

Mostly, I want the kids to come out of my class so proud of themselves, excited to share their work with friends and family and very eager to continue to work on their books at home.   I want these kids to have a secret world of their own making. Easily accessible with the simple flick of a page.

I was an art geek as a kid.

I remember having a graph paper sketchbook.  I’d draw and draw and draw.  I’d leave cryptic messages throughout my work telling of favorite bands, crushes, and heart breaks.  Not much was written, this was mostly visual and probably the closest thing I ever had to a diary.  There is something so special about a private place for your thoughts and feelings, I hope they catch the bug.

And that we have fun, fun, fun!

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Hooray! Time to Get Back to Work!

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It feels so good to be getting back to painting again!

Now that my first 365 Art show is behind me, I can try to figure out where I left off 5 months ago!

Currently I am feeling the urge to paint landscapes.  It must be the warm air and everything in bloom. I decided Monday morning, I’d head out to all my favorite Rhode Island locales and photograph some inspiration.

I went down to where the Narrow River empties out into the Atlantic Ocean, I drove down many a private road capturing the views of the Newport Bridge, and I stopped at one of my favorites, Casey Farm. I must have taken at least a hundred shots, quickly jumping in and out of my car every 2 minutes.  As I was cresting the famous Jamestown Bridge, I went to snap a shot. This is when I saw it for the first time…

My camera’s screen was flashing “NO MEMORY CARD”.

Man, all the pretty things I had observed, all the strange roads I had driven down and worst of all, now I would miss all of that morning light!

It reminds me of the Buddhist teaching –don’t get attached; nothing is permanent.

The Buddhist monks spend a week at a time carving delicate mandalas out of colored sand, only to blow them away in the wind;  letting go.  I love that.

So, I laughed it off, drove home and got my memory card.

Now I am going to show you some photos, keep in mind these are not for framing.  These photos have no beautiful sunsets or moody skies.  I the artist will create those.  The photos I chose to take, focus on composition and interesting lines.  Nature creates the most beautiful lines and shadows.

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 Here are some photos with red lines denoting the visual movement I am looking for:

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Well, I got myself out into the fresh air.  I drunk in all that nature, now it’s time to pick some subject matter and dig in!

I can’t wait!

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MY FIRST ART SHOW -BEYOND MY WILDEST DREAMS

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The soul wants what the soul wants.

My soul wants to be an artist.  I knew this as a child, but somewhere between the ages of 13 and 30 I stopped listening.  I still knew this to be true, but I didn’t act on it.

Now.  In my 40th year, I can say I am following my soul’s path.  This weekend I had my first art show.  I showed up. I stood in front of my work, and I shared it with the world.

…and it was awesome!

Of course there was the art.

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It took 365 days to create and 5 months to frame.

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There was my mother’s  Framing Gallery which turned 40 years old and has never looked prettier.

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But 100% for me, the day was all about the people.

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Oh man the amazing amount of people who came out to root me on!  I paused an extra 15 seconds to soak up each and every hug.  I have never felt as much love as I did when I looked around that room.  There were people who love art, people who love The Framing Gallery, and people who love me.

I felt it with all my heart.

That was my biggest wish, that people would come, and they did.  Thank you, I am so eternally grateful!

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But there’s more…

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I ACTUALLY SOLD ART!!! WAHOO!!!

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If you don’t mind, I just wanted to take this moment to thank my mother (and my Aunt Mary and Aunt Judy – they are all woven from the same cloth!)

She always believes in me unconditionally.

She is my biggest cheerleader.

She buys the first ticket to whatever cockamamie adventure I have dreamt up (and signs her two sisters up too!)

She will be honest with me when I really need to hear the truth.

and she does everything with a smile.

Thank you Mom.

Spending the last couple weeks with you, working our tails off, laughing and enjoying this entire venture made this experience absolutely worthwhile.

I am so thankful to have such an amazing force in my life. truly.

Thank you again everyone, for reading, following, showing up, supporting and pushing me forward.  It took many hands to make this dream come true!

Thank you.

Be Creative Mary