| When I was a child I remember arguing about what super power would be the best to have. I decided I'd like to be invisible. I used to imagine all of the things I'd get away with, places I could slip into, conversations I could overhear. Last week I was at a schmooze fest. It was one of those events where dignitaries, nonprofits, community leaders mingled with artisans and art organizations. I dread these kinds of events and it didn't take too long before a sour mood set in. During the event I saw that I had realized my super power--I had become invisible. I don't know if it was my age or my gender or my introversion showing but from the invisible vantage point I watched as interactions happened, impressions were launched, people thanked each other for being thanked, so many platitudes and gratitudes--it was so interesting to observe unnoticed. Now that I am invisible I've gained these insights:
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 2 weeks ago the topic for class included Vincent van Gogh.
This past week the dermatologist cut off a bit of my ear... I feel your pain Vincent, a little bit anyway |
ArtWorking...A journey through the creative process, working and traveling in the Northern Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.
AuthorI practice artworking in several different media: encaustic, collage, egg tempera, block printing, and digital Archives
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