World of Art Showcase: Raleigh

From November 1st to November 3rd Raleigh’s convention center hosted the World of Art Showcase, sponsored by our favorite art store, Jerry’s Artarama.  In trying to think of how to describe the event, all I can hear in my head is “Wow”.  That’s about all I’ve been able to express about it during and after.  It was so awesome that it turned me stupid.

I was initially excited to go, then I hit a couple weeks where my insecurities about my own art and my own life made me rethink my excitement and ask myself “Why even bother?”.  I told Jer, the husband, that I didn’t buy tickets (that I had intended to buy weeks prior) and after a few days’ worth of conversation and his pushing, I bought the tickets and we went.

As you may know from previous posts, he doesn’t consider himself an “art guy”.  Frankly, the art world freaks him out so much so that he thinks of the “art world” as an actual parallel universe that exists in quotations where he would be an alien lost in a group of artists that wear scarves year round, speak only in color, and eat with palette knives.  I’m assuming this is what goes through his head, anyway, as any mention of him being around people that do art causes his eyes to widen and his pulse becomes clearly visible in his temples. Over the course of those 3 days, however, he learned that these people are humans who not only do art, but they also like pizza, action figures, and enjoy dropping f-bombs when appropriate.  This was good for him.

It was great for me, too.  I was exposed to work that I don’t think I ever would have otherwise been exposed to if not for this event.  And as you may know from my history, there are still days where I feel like opening my front door will bring about death and destruction for all of mankind, however I did make it out of the front door, drove all the way into the city for those 3 days, and I talked to people.  ‘Sup.  I kind of feel like I deserve to shout-whisper a “Fuck yeah!” and perhaps shoot my fist into the air.  Only a few times did I have issues with dissociation, so that was pretty sweet too.  Yeah therapy!  WOO!

Within the next couple of days I’m going to get my photos together (I didn’t take nearly enough and am disappointed with myself about that) and get them on here.  Until then, here’s some pizza (it was yum).

Stu-stu-studio…

Alright, so I have bits of my work area set up and I even started working on doing something with 2 corkboard bulletin things I’ve had for…7 years (“Hello, Hoarders?  This is It. We should talk.”).

At this moment I’m debating whether not I will share photos of the work area considering that it’s still a mess.  Some things are where they belong and others are not.   Such such as cat litter.  Does cat litter belong in my work space?  Of course not, but chronic disorganization is the way in which I roll, people.  There is no hope for me.  Not even the cute Canuck professional organizer with the hot voice can save me (Hellen Buttigieg…look her up and agree with me!  Her first name is spelled with 2 “L”s.  It would be nearly impossible for her to not be attractive!).

Tomorrow I’m leading an Arts and Crafts class at a local nursing home.  I know what you’re thinking: “They’re going to let the nude-loving-disemboweled-viscera-drawing-unstable It near sweet, delicate old people?”  Yes.  Yes, they are.  Keep in mind, however, that along with art, macabre weirdness, words, and anatomy, another favorite thing of mine is chilling with the elderly, yo.  I love it.  It’s preferable to clubbing or…I don’t know- whatever other activities involve very little shiny clothing and large amounts of alcohol.  That’s enjoyable too, but…different.

Before I continue going on and on about nothing, I’m going to affix some pics!  The last one is the Dali door!  My front door is in need of repair, so while I wait, I figured I would do some decorating.