7.29.2006

I was monkeying around with my new camera phone and thought someone might like to see a painting I'm working on in my new studio. Any takers?
















It obviously isn't finished yet. Further updates as events warrent.

7.17.2006

First of all, after many moons of slackassitude I have finally gotten around to adding some links. If ever you wondered where Lola goes when she's on the internet you now have a list. Of course, the list starts off with my girls, however, there are a few other sites I frequent that might give you a giggle or two, or at least give you a few options when you're looking to waste some time on the internet.

And now, on with the show...

As some of you know, I started out in this world as an artist. I was born with the bug. When all the other kids in the neighorhood were trying to unload watered down Hi-C to the adult population for a quarter a cup, I was taping my Crayola Creations up on the garage wall, having the Hi-C kids' table set up at the entrance, and pawning my glorious artwork off for a mere $50 a piece. I had noticed that all my friends' moms had their kids drawings on the fridge and decided that maybe they'd like some of mine up there as well, seeing as mine were more expertly rendered and all. No one could rock a crayola drawing of a mountain range and a unicorn like Lil Lola.

Later, I went to art school. Saying that I loved it would be a gross understatement. For the first time I was doing what I loved most each and every day. It was my element. However, as it happens with most post college kids, I got into the Real World (not the MTV version, the actual put-on-your-big-girl-panties-and-figure-out-how-to-pay-the-rent real world) and Life got in the way. My art started slipping away from me. It was replaced with cable bills, a grown-up job, dating, marriage, taking care of the elderly and their grandkids, and home repair.

After a while I forgot I ever had the inclination to paint/sculpt/take photographs/draw/etc. Then, one sad day, I realized that I had hidden my sketchbooks out of sight because every time I saw a blank sheet of drawing paper I felt ashamed. I was ashamed (and rightly so) because I knew that God had put this desire in me, had given me this gift of art, and I was not only wasting it but I refused it outright. I let the mundane override the blessing.

At that point I thought there was nothing I could do about it. My art had left me. I couldn't do it anymore. But that wasn't true. The truth was that I was scared. I was here in the grown up world and I didn't think I was a good enough artist to be successful. That fear kept me from painting for the better part of a decade.

In that time I went through a multitude of bad things happening to me. Life picked me up, shook me around, backhanded me, then dropped me on my head. Then one day I felt the old familiar tingle in my belly. I unearthed my sketchbook and went out and bought some watercolors and painted a portrait of two of my favorite little girls in the whole world to give to their mama for Mother's day. Just like that. It came out of nowhere.

Since then I have tried to draw a little every day. Every stroke of the pencil or pen counted. If I was on the phone I was doodling. I would sketch the characters in the books I was reading so I could see what they looked like. It was a whole lot of nothing sketches, but I was getting back in the habit of moving my pencil.

For my birthday, my ever supportive husband cleared all the stuff out of the junk room, bought me a good easel, and handed me cash money to buy supplies. My Dad, out of the blue, gave me a blank canvas. Since then I have painted every day. I have paint in my hair again, the callus is back on my middle finger of my left hand where the paintbrush hits, and my right brain is back in business.

Life still backhands me, and the rent is still due, but now there is a place I can escape for a while and recharge. My art came home to me, and just in time. The best part is, at 31 years old, I no longer care whether or not I'm good enough. I'm good enough for me. If the only place my paintings end up is on my parents' family room wall and in the homes of my nearest and dearest I can be happy that I am still following my dream. Dreams don't have to be world changing, but following them is ALWAYS life changing. I smile a lot more now.

And to my inspiration facillitator, the lovely and charming Miss A: Thank you. Go on, girl! Live it and love it, you Dream Follower you!

7.13.2006

I finally painted my bathroom! I'm so excited. My bathroom was black and white. White walls, white tiles going halfway up the walls with black border tile, tiny white octagon shaped tiles on the floor with black grout, a white canvas shower cutain with sketches of Paris, London, and New York in what looks like black ink. Now it has all of the above except the white walls are Lime Green enamel. It looks like my walls are candy coated. My bathroom looks like green M&M's! Top that. Go ahead, I dare ya.

So, I am now deciding on the color for my bedroom walls. Since my bathroom is lime green and my living room is the color of spring grass (it is called Denver Grass) I have been informed by my husband that I am no longer allowed to paint anything else green. Stupid husband. Spoils all my fun. Okay, duly noted. No more green. Since I went through a yellow phase in our last home he'd rather stay away from that color too. As if he even attempts to help me paint. Yet, I aquiesce.

Our new duvet cover is chartreuse (and he can just shut up about it) so I want something that won't clash. I took a pillow sham to Lowe's paint department to check out some swatches and finalize my decision. I previously had it narrowed down to about 47 color choices but after much sweating, swearing, and head banging I finally cut it down to 2 lovely choices. Perhaps I need a second opinion? I'll ask the lady in the paint department which she thinks looks better. I mean, she is mixing up a gallon of lime for my bathroom now (this was Monday, the day I bought the paint) so surely she has mixed enough paint by this time in her illustrious career as Lowe's Paint Mixer to form an opinion!

Off go I to ask Pepper The Paint Lady. She looks at the pillow sham and the 2 paint swatches (a blue one called Angel Eyes and a purple one called Lilac Dream), squints her eyes and says, "I don't like either of them. I think you should paint it beige."

Agog. That's what I was. A-gog. A-couple-of-gogs, even.

"Um, I'm not really a beige kind of gal.", says Lola

"Oh," sayeth Pepper, "You know what would be pretty? Ivory."

What Lola wants to say is, "I'm sorry, did you not just mix me up a gallon of Green M&M Enamel for my bathroom? Do I look like an Ivory person?" Instead, Lola takes a mental step back and realizes that she should have never asked a color opinion from a lady wearing brown polyester elastic waistband pants in public. Lola replies, "Ya know what? Ima just keep looking. Thanks!"

I did keep looking. I brought eleventeen swatches home and I have settled on a lovely medium hued plum. Beige, my heiny.

The moral of the story is: I updated my blog. Take it and be satisfied...and never ask opinions from someone you KNOW has cutesy-country-animals-dressed-in-frilly-dresses-frolicking-at-a-picnic wallpaper border somewhere in her house.

7.06.2006

Since sometimes someone else says it better.

I'm having a bit of trouble with the words lately. Sometimes life is hard. Mine is. I know yours is too. Christel said things through music today. As any good number does, ima copycat my butt off now. This is me, now. Who knows tomorrow? This song is what my friends, the numbers, do for me. Thank you to my friends for holding me together when I can't hold anymore. Thank you to KT Tunstall for saying it better than me.

Title : Heal over
Artist : KT Tunstall
(written by: KT Tunstall)

It isn't very difficult to see why
You are the way you are
Doesn't take a genius to realise
That sometimes life is hard

It's gonna take time
But you'll just have to wait
You're gonna be fine
But in the meantime

Come over here lady
Let me wipe your tears away
Come a little nearer baby
Coz you'll heal over
Heal over
Heal over someday

And I don't wanna hear you tell yourself
That these feelings are in the past
You know it doesn't mean they're off the shelf
Because pain's built to last

Everybody sails alone
But we can travel side by side
Even if you fail
You know that no one really minds

Come over here lady
Don't hold on but don't let go
I know it's so hard
You've got to try to trust yourself
I know it's so hard, so hard

Come over here lady
Let me wipe your tears away
Come a little nearer baby

Coz you'll heal over, heal over, heal over someday




go over to my myspace page to hear the song.
http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=14655112

heart,
Lo