Friday, December 31, 2010

Art Blog: HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

Happy New Year to you ALL!! I have happy news. "Git Outta My Face Gallery" is entering it's second year!!
Whoopeee!!

Starting off the New YEAR 2011! You are invited to participate: Call to artists: "RESOLVED!"

Send one .jpg of original artwork that represents a "resolution" you have already RESOLVED during your lifetime! Send image to: wizzlewolf@aol.com
To see the online gallery, go to:


Have a happy and safe New Year!
((((((HUGS))))))))

Sheree

Monday, December 20, 2010

Art Blog: OLD HABITS

The older I get, the more I realize how I am the same regardless of my age. Of course I have learned and see things differently now. However if I paid attention when I was younger, I would have been able to predict some of my future. Old habits die hard. I might be wiser, but I do some of the same ole things to this day.

One old habit is I HIDE. When I was a young girl, I would escape the world. I really didn’t like reality. It was just too harsh and disappointing. I would find a quiet spot and make stuff. I would ignore everything that was going on around me, turn off external sensory mode, avoid people, and focus in on what I was creating at any given moment. Of course, I rarely had many friends. Yet, that didn’t matter to me. If I was happy all alone making my stuff, I was all good! World be damned!

When I was a teenager, I had my own bedroom which could of, should have been called a studio. I would build, glue, paint, tear, draw, write, and do all things creative while life went on outside my bedroom door. It was my haven. I loved it in there.

Now I am all grown up and I am still in that bedroom. It has just transformed into a whole house. I get home each day from my day job, lock the doors, and shut out the world once again. I never go anywhere except to Office Depot and the grocery story. Both of these places are a half mile from home. I go days without talking to a human being. I could fill my time all alone easily. I have things to do!

Lately, this isolation has been bothering me. I have spoken of it before. I gotta get myself out there or at least make some kind of attempt to be part of the world before I die. Intentionally, I am setting myself up for this challenge. Recently, I have volunteered at a local gallery. I have another gallery sitting gig on Wednesday. Also, I am actually applying to be in show across the bay. OMG!! It is in TAMPA!! Yikes. That means if I get any work accepted I have to drive across THAT bridge! Sheree, get over it!! LOL

I have no idea why I have chosen to live within a 5 mile radius of my house for more than ten years (except for my once a year jaunts to Tampa to see Dave Matthews Band and Orlando to go to the FL Ed Technology Conference). I do those two trips because I want it bad. Otherwise, I guess I am in my comfort zone. I am safe here. Even though I love being alone and never get lonely, I see the weirdness in this habit. This is why I am trying to do something about it. Then yesterday, I ordered Chinese food. This was my fortune:



I almost fell over when I read this.
I guess I gotta get “on the road again”!

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Art Blog: TICK, TICK, TICK

I gallery sat for three hours last night. It was one of the longest three hour stints of my life. The boredom factor is partially my own fault. I have become so accustomed to doing whatever I want when I want, the idea of having to stay in one place for three hours with basically nothing to do except people watch almost made me crawl out of my skin. When one of the gallery workers came to lock up at closing time, I almost hugged him. I couldn’t get out of there fast enough.
However, I want to do this again. No. I am not a glutton for punishment. I realize this was a learning experience. Also, it was therapeutic. I need to get myself back out and start participating in life, that is, ART LIFE. Very few people know Sheree the artist in St. Petersburg. That is OK because I take responsibility and haven’t made an effort to know them either. LOL I have been just fine working all alone in my little Tyrone Blvd. art house making things that fly off to this show or that. Then come back home and become fixtures on my walls floor to ceiling. I have only made half baked attempts to hard sell or even try to get the work out. I guess it is because I have been there, done that. Apparently, the thrill is gone.
Yet just like that long lecture in school that you thought would never end, I sat listening to the tick, tick, tick of time dragging on at the gallery, but had the opportunity to THINK and LEARN. I watched the gallery patrons as they looked at art in the gallery. I took mental notes of what they were drawn to and whose work was appealing to them. One thing I noticed was so many knew the artists whose work was in the show. Their approval of the work wasn’t so much about the quality of the work. It was more about the quality of their relationship with the artist. Some visitors went down the line and stated out loud “Oh this is “Bob’s” work! Oh there is another “Jane” painting! My paintings went pretty much unnoticed because nobody knows “Sheree”. Maybe I should work on that.
Another thing that has resulted by actually leaving my safe, comfortable art homestead is I got a jolt of art adrenaline. I woke up this morning full of ideas of what I should do next and how I should do it. I even got bunches of ideas for blog topics for which I want to speak. In other words, it has put a little fire under me. One thing I know for sure is I have to start making some smaller things with more affordable prices. Last night, there were quite a few patrons, yet I only sold two handmade greeting cards by a local artist. That is a sign of the times. Most people who want to support the arts can’t buy art for thousands. They can handle a few dollars here and there. So it is back to the drawing board (literally) for me. My strategy for now is to concentrate on making some affordable items not only to sell, but to help get my name out into this community. Sounds like a win/win plan to me.


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