Other than feeling ancient, the Critically Caroline/Massive Collection Show opening was quirkily fun. Shannon Duncan did a great job curating the exhibit considering the wide variety of art produced for this show. Street signs and bike parts were placed next to photographs and spray painted found objects. There were several paintings, mine being the most "traditional" in the sense that it depicted a general representation of a "place" discovered in my bike wanderings around the city.
One really cool feature of the exhibit was a giant wall map of Houston's inner loop pinpointing the exact locations (and names of the artists) where inspiration occurred for the created works of art in the show.
It was glaringly obvious that I was the oldest artist showing in this exhibit....probably by, at the very least, 15 years....maybe more. Any other person in my age range who was at the opening was a parent or close loved one of the fellow showing artists. My heart and spirit still feel young, but by night's end, both Reese and I had aching feet, misaligned backs, and were generally exhausted. That said, had "art" happened at any other point in my life, I wouldn't have had the time or emotional energy to devote to it. Therefore, in spite of being more advanced in years (especially in this show,) the timing and pursuit of art as a "career" still seems right.
3 comments:
You know, Grandma Moses started in her 60's. Waited until her husband died, then she could paint. You can do art for 30 years, but your best art comes at any age.
You are has a soul... enjoy it. I do.
Did I say I do creative spelling? And that I really enjoyed you A R T?
Thanks PJ. I'm constantly juggling creative pursuits with less than creative pursuits (think cleaning a toilet). Thanks for the wonderful encouragement!
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