The weekend following Artigras I volunteered to be an artist at the Lake Worth Street Painting Festival. It was a gorgeous, clear, Saturday morning when I arrived. I quickly found my spot and got started laying down a light foundation of tempera paint on the Lake Worth asphalt.
Other artists started arriving, I quickly befriended my neighbors and offered extra supplies if they needed it. This is to ensure that if I leave I'll have someone looking out for me, my work, and my stuff. Plus, I can always use more friends.
Most of the artists used a grid to outline and map out their design. I had a piece of string and the lesson on proportions I learned back in college in my head. Since I didn't need to grid, I finished my piece a little quicker than usual.
Don't let the fabulous pose fool you. My legs were sore!
Those past weekends have put a toll on my I-don't-work-out, skinny legs, body and back that made me feel like 83 years old instead of 27.
Today I was treated to an 80-minute hot stone massage and Ohhhhhweeeeee do I feel a 100x better. During the massage the masseuse felt the knots along my back and legs. She asked me what I was up to and I told her that I was at the Lake Worth Street Painting Festival recently. She gasps and says that her sister went and sent her a picture of this awesome red and orange octopus. I smiled and asked if it had a blue and purple background. She said, "Yeah! Did you see it?"
"I kind of made it."
I love small world moments like this. You can never know what kind of impact your art can have and how many people it can reach. Just do what you love, and make it your best!