Well, this weekend was choked full of coughing and sneezing and stuffed noses and amazing times. My recent illness (which I'm pretty over with now) spread to my darling Mia and my better half. Luckily, they're both doing better but Thursday evening Mia was super stuffed up with hardcore crying from the teething and Friday night, Jill was sick. After some much needed sleep this weekend, we're all doing much better. Mia's dealing with teething on her own terms. I've got stacks of art projects coming. 1/4 sleeve for a co-worker, Marine tattoo for another, I've got a fun sketch I'm planning on doing this week of every one's favourite punch-line, Milhouse from the Simpsons, an Arcade Anonymous logo for etsy, and of course Nick's solo album. A lot of these projects aren't major do-or-die things. Just art projects. While we're on the subject of art, it reminds me of why I do it in the first place.
Art, is one's expression when words won't do. Words can sometimes confuse and over-step a feeling, but art is something for the mind and the heart. I love love love going to art galleries and shows with Jill. Every place we've ever traveled, we always stop somewhere and look at art. Most of the time, we buy something. In New York through a small art sale, we picked up a neat piece. In Hawaii, we met the nicest local painter that sold us three beautiful pieces that was super friendly to talk to. In California (I think Monterrey) we looked at some expensive galleries (obviously, we didn't buy anything) Looking at other's art, inspires me in so many ways. I may not paint that day, or week, but I know every time I look at it'll spark up some creativity down the road. The creative mind never dies, and I hope mine can stay sharp for as long as I live.
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