Let me tell you a little about ‘creative people’ and how we work: Alone time is vital, sleepless nights are of second nature, never expect us to be ‘A4’ or bog standard. Always expect us to see things differently and if we do things against the grain deal with it and don’t stop us.
I have had many years of trying to hide these qualities and it was awful, in fact I am 36 years old and am still unmarried and have no kids nor do I own a car or house. One would think time is ‘ running out, but I am creative and things come differently to me. Am I worried? Not at all, I trust myself.
As a part of my getting to know myself once again (probably the 4th or 5th time, lol) I decided to be apart of the ‘Art Cube’ a local art association near my father’s home. It seemed like a good Idea. It is a group of local artists that go around tiny scenic villages, they sit in the streets like performers and paint live. It is a great initiative, great for the locals who are walking the streets with Wine and food. For example: On April 6th there is a celebration in a small town called Sezze (Latina) the town was mobbed. There must have been over 3 thousand people walking around the whole day while 15 of us were painting artichokes, sitting in the streets. I personally didn’t like the idea but it got me out and creative. Great experience, I got to meet new people and artists and brought home a ‘wonderful’ painting of an Artichoke lol, which is nicely placed it a dark angle in my parents house.
A few days after Sezze I felt happy about that experience and got offered another opportunity to participate in another project in May. This time it was to paint live in the local ‘chic’ village shop windows so passers-by can ‘Gawk’ at us melting in the heat for a couple of hours. The day arrived and we set off, I wasn’t feeling my best, non the less I soildered on. When we arrived at our destination ‘Isola Liri’ (Frosinone) I got assigned a perfume shop. At first I was like, hmm ok I can do this. Obviously I wasn’t expecting to be told what to paint. My face dropped when I was told by the shop owner that I must paint a bottle of ‘Chanel no.5’ perfume. Seriously? I wanted to cry: another tip about creative people, we hate being told what to create or paint, that kills our essence. So, long story short, I was in that curved shop window with the sun beating down on me for 3 hours. It was 35 degrees outside, I am a redhead, of course I got sunstroke. I went home thinking never again.
In this photo you can see the air of suffering and the amazing painting of a woman in love with her Chanel no. 5.
In the end I finished this God awful painting and went home with a gift of a 39 degree fever and sunstroke. I can honestly say that was the last time I let anyone tell me what I should paint, where I should paint and most importantly when I should paint. Let us Creative people do what we know best, and you take care f the rest.
where is the painting now, you ask? The shop owner kept it, he didn’t pay me. Note to all, ‘Stop killing creative people!’.