My Newest Ladies

I've been gone for a while now, sorry to whomever might care I wasn't here to post randomness no one reads anyway. I went to a wedding in Stillwater, Oklahoma this weekend. That's where I went to college and so did the two getting hitched. They also went to my high school and, along with my friend Darby, were the only Garland grads to make it to OSU. Not that making it into OSU is a big deal. The friend that just got married told me that if you could breathe, you could get into OSU. I thought that was a little mean until I actually got to the college. I thought it was even meaner when I meet people who couldn't make it straight into OSU.

I digress. I went to this wedding in Stillwater and staid with my friend, Karen in Tulsa. I really like Tulsa. And I really like Karen. I miss her a lot since we live so far away now. It's a lot closer than she was a year ago, she was living in South Africa a year ago. Oklahoma is a smidgen closer to me than that. So now I can go and see her on occasion. She was my date to the wedding and we had a blast while we were there (can you say open bar and a photo booth?)

And then on Monday I got up late and spent the rest of the afternoon baking cakes for my friends's birthdays. I made a really good strawberry cake and a chocolate cake. After I got home from the party, I then put together a design portfolio and picked out my clothes for an interview I had in the morning at Central Market for their Store Artist position that one of the friends having a birthday told me about and hooked me up.

After the long and kind of strange group interview, I went to see my grandpa and give him a cupcake and some metal testing acids that I finally found at this place called Rock Barrel. Isn't that what every grandkid gives their grandpa? Acid? Actually, the last time my grandpa and acid were involved, I got chemical burns on my leg and a hole in my jeans. He had claimed it was the best way to strip paint off some copper fan blades. I heard the paint brush cry out in pain, sizzle and die in my hand when I dipped it in the acid. Thankfully, what I gave him wasn't that kind of acid. I think.

He responded by giving me a bunch of art books that are actually really cool. They are about portraits and sketching. The two things that I absolutely love. So I looked those over and then, feeling really tired, when home and thought crawling in bed to rest was a good idea. It wasn't, I didn't wake up for 20 something hours. I don't know why but I was dead tired and felt really sick. Whatever it was, I'm over it now. And that is why I haven't posted in 8 days. Ta-da!


The real reason that I got on here to post a blog is to update on my art work! I have been rushing to get some work done for when my turn comes up at JR's Bar. What happened was that I accidentally put together a full set of art work that I need to get professionally photographed and post on my website. Here is just a taste though. Remember that I took these on my phone in my living room, not the best art photography that I've ever done but it gets to point across.

I ended up painting what I love to paint, which is portraits of women (also the title of one of the art books my grandpa gave me). I think the series is pretty cohesive, with the exception of the blonde girl, and I think that when I get a few more knocked out (that last picture isn't finished yet and I have quite a few more waiting in the wings) I can start shopping around galleries with my two complete collections to possibly show. I know I haven't done that yet but life kind of got in the way. Now I have sort of decided that I really do want to do stuff like this so I am going to get a little bit more serious about this sort of stuff.

I have a few of them framed already (which is going to make taking photos of them a pain, not that photographing work isn't already a pain) and frames waiting for a few more. That's the biggest expense at the moment. I have tons of paper and I just keep buying it like I have an addiction. It really is a problem because I also don't have enough space for all this watercolor paper. Argh!

I hope that I can get a few commissions off of this series too, and not just people wanting paintings of their pets. That sort of thing puts me off painting all together. I really don't want to make a living painting cats. That sounds like hell to me. Why can't people love their children as much as their dogs? Oh well.

I think next time I will post some of the photo booth pictures that I took with my friends at the wedding. You'll get to see what I really look like (Gasp!). Well, that one lonely internet surfer will get to see photos of me. Go you one lucky internet surfer.

Alright, it is bed time for me. Nighty-night.

KB