Studio History…

I’ve been without email all day! No, I shouldn’t say that, I can access it through the web but my Outlook is messed up.  Every once in a while one my devices decides to conflict with it and I have to resort to a backup and restore it.  What a pain.  Not usually that big of a deal except for having to redownload all of my mail for longer than I care to.  But this time it isn’t working out that easy and of course the computer guru husband has been out of town all week.  Luckily he’ll be back tonight but I’m sure that’s the last thing he wants to do when he gets home. Tomorrow is Saturday and I’m thinking I hide in the studio for half the day after being housebound with sick kids all week.  Think he’ll go for it?

I picked up a new book last night because I was at the hospital and decided to hit the sushi place for dinner and didn’t have anything with me to occupy me for the wait for the food.  Anyway, It’s “The Art of Creative Living” by Thomas Kinkade, the guy who does the paintings that look like light is shining out of them. I know he’s controversial in the same way that Dale Chihuly is but like I’ve said before, if you’re successful, chances are someone, if not many people, will hate you for it.  But that’s a whole other subject I could go on for pages about.

While his work is not my personal style, I do find it interesting to read about successful artists sometimes. The first thing that struck me was that this is a kind of self-help creativity book but it’s written from a spiritual view. I didn’t realize he was a Christian man and while he talks about his own spirituality, he also leaves it open for others too.

He talks about his progression of studios which got me to thinking….I’ve had studios of some sort since I was 10 years old. My first was in a corner of my dad’s basement with my sister and it was called L&J Art Store or something like that.  We sold drawings, candles that were turned on a little toy lathe, small clay pieces that were turned on a toy potters wheel and whatever else we came up with. I remember cousins coming over to buy things for Mother’s Day. Hee hee.  I bet their mom loved that.  I only remember one picture hanging on the wall and all it was was a piece of typing paper with a skull and cross bones drawn in pencil.  What the heck was I thinking?

I think I might want to continue this walk down memory lane, but for now I’m sure you’ve had enough.