I wrote my first blog and I felt like I was taking my first step ( of course, I'm too old to remember that). I realize that I have much to learn regarding this impromtu art form. My husband asked me if I was on drugs. I think it was the swoon into color thing. Too reminicent of our pseudo hippie days in the 70's. We weren't really that dirty or that drugged out, but we made the attempt. I digress. I pulled a true-spaced-out-artist-moment when, after a lovely glass of wine on my front porch (with the soft breezes) I googled myself for the fun of it all and discovered that I was, at that moment, supposed to be at an art opening of my work. Luckily, It is a group show so I am not the only one that has to show my face.
2 comments:
Brilliant! Googling yourself only to find out that you are missing an engagement. I can only aspire to such uniqueness.
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