MEanderings on a Sunday morning

Have you ever wondered about the miracle that is you? How easily movement comes to you, how well you can see, hear, taste, breathe or smell? Do you ever park far away from the door of the store just because you have the ability to walk? Putting one foot in front of another, have you ever actually contemplated the movements of the muscles in your legs? Try it sometime, because the miracle of life is amazing.

One week from today at about this time, I will be down at the lake, setting up all my artwork and stuff for our artists' market here in Pine Lake.

We've had two already, but, I have learned the hard way, I'm afraid, that summer simply isn't the best time to have an outdoor market. It was much too hot this summer in Georgia. No one wanted to get out and about. I can't say I blame them. Sitting there in the hot sun for hours was horrible. Next year, we're only having two artists' markets - one in May and one in September and they're going to be on Saturdays instead of Sunday. May 3 and September 6 are the prospective dates for next year and I'm booking them on Monday.

But the weather has cooled down somewhat and we have live music and beer and wine sales. That should help bring people in, I hope. We have only a handful of vendors - about 8 thus far, but I'm not ruling out having an even dozen before the week is out. Of course, there may even be some people who show up Sunday morning, which is fine by me so long as they have their vendor fees in hand.

The money pretty much goes into the coffers of the City of Pine Lake. I just want the opportunity to sell my wares.

My art is folk art, although I would love to take some art classes. I did this one painting under the tutelage of a local artist, Rita King. It actually turned out well. So well, that I won't be selling it. Unless I do another just like it and sell that one.

I enjoy painting. I even enjoy making my own canvasses (which Rita taught me how to do). The only drawback about making your own canvasses, though, is that you have to either make stretchers for them or find someone who can. I haven't tried my hand at making stretchers and haven't been successful at finding someone who can make them for me, so my finished canvasses lay waiting to be stretched.

However, I also like painting on wood and have several pieces done. Not just any wood, they have to be a nice size and shape. There is one folk artist here in Pine Lake who will paint on anything that sits still long enough - wood, tile, glass, you name it. And it works for her. I'm just a little pickier, I guess.

I just finished this one large piece yesterday that will be down at the lake next Sunday. I have a lot of ideas for "mixed media" one of which involves a derelict refrigerator.

I've discovered that, when it comes to creating art, the sky really is the limit. You can do just about anything and someone, somewhere is going to appreciate it.

I like to incorporate a lot of my writing into my art. It's fun and it gets my writing noticed as well.

I read some Harry Potter before retiring last night. Of all the Harry Potter books, it seems the Order of the Phoenix is the most difficult to get through for some reason. It could be because I want to get to the Half-Blood Prince and Deathly Hallows again. But I exercise a little willpower here. I like reading them one after the other. Heft reads though they may be, I drink in every word.

Today I will be doing more painting in order to have some items at the market next Sunday. I'll be kind of relieved when it is over - it's been difficult getting the three of them together. But I've learned a lot and I'll start working on next year's as soon as I get the dates booked with the city.
I have some flyers I must get out there this morning to the residents of Pine Lake. I've already delivered about 300 of them, only about 100 more to go. That shouldn't take any more than a couple of hours.

Then I can pick up my paintbrush.

I hope Steve Fossett is found alive today.

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Later

Pen