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Why Did the Turkey Cross the Road?

What did I do today? Mostly cleaning and resting. Some snuggles with the little dog. Took my sister to get a haircut. We joked about how, considering I’m the producer of her book, it’s my job to do that (more on that later!). The day went by in a blur. It’s the end of an intense and life-changing summer. Tomorrow starts another season. Mornings and evenings are already a bit cooler. And so I’m beginning to prepare for my new life, for the move to the new house and other changes as well. I will explain my plans in detail soon.

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New Hair, New Life

So I finally got a haircut! There are other exciting changes as well, and I will share them as soon as I catch my breath. The search for a house continues and there might soon be good news on that front as well. It’s an exciting time in my life, where I’m making good on a lot of plans and promises to myself that have accumulated over the past few years. Ever since the original blog began and even before it!

Today I was so grateful to have my sister Lily to talk me through my fears and indecisiveness as I was painting something inspired by a picture my friend Patrick James took in the historic Broadway Cemetery in Galveston. We were talking about houses I’m looking at, and she advised me to pick the one that’s best for my business, the one with the best walls for displaying art. Then she told me that once I’ve made a decision I should not look back. Yes, the other house was so very cute and even had a wine cooler. But once you’ve made a choice, stay on your path, stop looking back. That’s what my sister said. And perhaps that’s the key to happiness.

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A Good Day

Two things I painted today: a Virgen de Guadalupe candle – a commission piece that turned out quite well, and an abstract piece that’s most likely still a work in progress.

Some good things happened: new collectors and commissions, a nice lunch and quick painting session with Jill Hakala, who’s just returned from Scotland, also finally seeing a beautiful house for rent in the Heights that I’ve had my eye on for a while now. Also writing a little over 2,000 words, eating good, and walking almost 10,000 steps. Now let’s see if I also manage to go to bed early. 🙂

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Butterfly

Today I painted a butterfly on a zinnia. It’s inspired by something that happens in the book I’m writing, the Galveston ghost story. I got 2,000 words in today, and for that I an grateful.

Today was also my fellow Escapist Paula Hawkins’ show and it was magical and fun. I wore a 1970s style dress from Tangerine and got to talk to a lot of cool people and even sold some art. Tomorrow I’ll be at the Harvey Retrospective Show at Hardy and Nance and I couldn’t be more excited to be there! It’s been a whole year since the storm, and what a change it’s brought!

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Going Back

I awoke to way too much sun. The Island has been robbed of its trees by Ike. The Island is also no longer my place in the world, though it will always be one of the places I love best. But my life is in Houston now. I have a business and collectors and many things I need to do. Ok, so maybe tonight one of those things was purely fun: dinner with friends at Coltivare, one of my favorite restaurants, but I felt like my Island had given me the answers I had come for and that it was definitely time to get back.

I thought a lot, these past few days, about how we tend to overly romanticize things from the past: relationships, places we’ve lived, the way we felt back then. It’s not that such things were not lovely at their time, not that some of them are not lovely still, but to each there is a season and moving on is part of life. I might be the overly nostalgic kind who loves to look back – my Island and I have that trait in common – but I am on a magical, wonderful journey and reminders to look to the future, not the past, are gifts I’ve learned to cherish.

Of course, of course, a wise person would now point out that happiness is to be found only in the present. And for that I luckily have my art.