Click here to join workshop You will learn how to: Draw a pretty face Draw a doll like body Draw fanciful hair Decorate clothing in Gypsy Girl Style! Get weekly personal critiques from me. *I do not do this for all of my classes but for a foundation class it is very important to me that you leave the class knowing what you are doing. Discount for Class #2 in the Bootcamp Series Classroom is open until Dec 31,2013 Click here to join workshop
In AA, Alcoholics Anonymous, you sit on a cold metal chair in a church basement, weak coffee in a styrofoam cup in your hand, and you tell your story; what it was like when you were drinking and what it is like now that you are not. You wont remember what you’ve said when you are done because you were so nervous you blew through it like fire through a log cabin. You recall explosions and how its better now that the fires out. Any rational person knows that drinking and puking and a life of chaos does not equal peace, a rational, non alcoholic person that is, but to the room full of drunks listening, they need to be reminded. That’s what keeps us sober, stories. The more years away from our last drink does not make us any less alcoholic, it just gives us time to learn the coping skills needed to get through emotional situations. Give us a bad day and we can, and often do, go back as if we never stopped. That’s why they call alcoholism a disease. It is one of the mind in which once an addict gene is triggered, we become insane.
“If a little is good, more is better,“ said every addict that ever lived.
Alcohol trickles down my throat and all care for health and well being disappear. With my misshapen alcoholic gene I don’t want to eat or sleep or be sober ever again. The gene wants to drink until I drown. And, like the psychopathic gene it is, it disguises it’s devious intentions of doom and romances me. I have a poetic fondness for amber lighting and the dark wood of the classic pub. Its an embryonic cushion. Nearly all my boyfriends I met at the bar, poets, musician. Love equalled amber bottles and intoxication.
What got me to stop drinking was my last hangover. I drank a bottle of vodka and woke up shaking and needed help but there was no one in my life to call. I knew I would die if I continued to live that way but I told you, addicts have to be reminded. When life gets uncomfortable I still think about going to the bar and its promise of oblivion. Filling the ache in my chest with whiskey is something I’ve done since I was 15. I need to hear a girl with only a few days sober tell her story that with this relapse her depression took over and her emptiness and loneliness made her feel like she couldn’t go on. “Why bother,” whispers the mutant gene, and she tried to kill herself, again. She has bandages on her wrist. Alcohol not only dulls your ability to make sensible decisions, it
increases sadness. What starts out as a way to numb your pain, (the
first drink),turns into a hell you can’t get out of until you are sober. Ive been in meetings where people have lost limbs due to drinking. One woman stood in front of a Mac truck, and there was a guy who lost his arm. It is these stories that saves me from going to the bar when my father dies because believe me, I want oblivion.
First, it helps you to tell your story, it lightens your load, but it helps others as well. Not everyone will identify with you but someone will, and all it takes is one person to save a life. WE are that important. We can give hope to the hopeless and create light where there is only darkness. “Hey, look, I’m making it through. You can too.”
Because even though the ache is bottomless, joy is too. You can experience great happiness even in the midst of great pain. It is worth it to keep going and see your life through.
So that is what I am saying. You tell me your stories, and Ill tell mine to you.
6 Downloadable Videos (yours to keep forever) Step by Step How To PDF's Template included - no drawing required!
Learn how to shade and paint the figure and add her to this charming carnival background.
General Supply List (specific colors given inside classroom) 8x10 Canvas Board Text Paper from an old thrift store book Decorative Papers Prismacolor Pencils Acrylic Paints Gel Medium (or glue) Glaze Medium Buttons and Embellishments A great gift for teens!
Whatever has happened in your life up until this point, no matter what your age, you and I have been brought together for a reason, and it is much bigger than painting. We are Gypsy Art Girls. And I mean ‘Girl’. ‘Woman’ denotes maturity and temperance - the qualities that keep women stuck and wounded, and in the status quo. Girl has more energy. She has not been defeated by the world yet. She has ideas and vigor. She’s ready to change things and doesn’t expect opposition. The forever youthful and beautiful spirit because she has never known anything else.
A girl who lives in the moment and doesn’t care what the herd is doing, this is GYPSY. She celebrates LIFE however she sees fit and is slave to no one. She believes within every inch of her body that to be healthy, whole and complete she must never shrink and become ‘less than’ to make others feel comfortable. She also has no doubt that jeans and a T-shirt and paint stained hands equal femininity. She doesn’t need to appear ‘altogether’ and ladylike. (There is nothing more sad than to see a woman with her hands folded neatly on her lap and her legs crossed.) Gypsy Art Girls take up as much space as possible and sprawl out on chairs and couches. Some might call that uncouth and low class. That’s okay. Gypsy Art Girls do not care what you call them because either way they won’t answer. They are too busy listening to the music in their heads and dancing and painting their way through their days. Because they have commitment. Not to your standards - but to brushes and pens, and to themselves. The rest of the world can work jobs they don’t love and clean house repetitively, nauseatingly, to the approval of Television Cleaning Supply Advertisements. Instead of a perfectly clean house, the Gypsy Art Girl will reach her goals. She will practice and be dedicated to art not because someone told her to but for the insatiable sweetness she gets as she makes things. As she embroiders a flower onto her jeans, as she stirs homemade cheese soup in a pot and dips in chunky bread. Gypsy Art Girls are out of the fast lane of femininity and are pulled over to the side of the road, bent over and catching their breath. They, we, nearly didn’t make it. They all wanted us to keep going, keep going, keep cleaning, keep working, keep smiling, keep being skinny, keep crossing our legs, keep dressing sensibly, keep not getting enough sleep, keep racing and striving and improving and never, ever stop.
A funny thing happens in the slow lane - it’s not so dangerous to take your eyes off the road and notice the scenery. The beauty that IS all around you. You miss it completely when you are FULL STEAM AHEAD concentrating on future goals. “I’ll only be happy when I have this and this, and when I look this way, and when she acts like THIS to me, and when my skills are THIS good...”
If you see any of this in yourself, then you know I’m talking to you. If this is how you think, then you will never be able to pull over and relax because you’ll never reach all of your ridiculously unattainable and unnecessary goals. If you reach one, it won’t feel good enough because there are 20 more areas in which you can improve.
I say this with ease because it takes one to know one, and we are both in the same tribe. I want everyone to like me so I say yes even though I’m busy. I am 45 and do not have a date let alone a soul mate. I could go on and on about what people have said is wrong with me, but I tell you in all honesty I do not care. I am married to my art. To hot coffee and napping in the sun with my dogs. To violin music and writing in my journal. To going out of the house in pajamas, unshowered, and glowing from within because I like what I painted today. My hard work is paying off.
Take my classes because you really want to make great art. You really want to practice and you really want to learn. IF you do what I tell you and do it everyday you will make something you are proud of, something you never thought you could do. Take a class with me to be part of the tribe. Gypsy Art Girls of all different skill levels doing it because we love it. Like the Gypsy on the open road with her backpack full of supplies and the wind in her hair, I want you to LOVE the journey. I know I do. And we can take it together.
Last weekend me and the pups drove five hours over the water and through cow land to the Magnificent Studio of Persimmons Gal and much fun was had by both beginner and seasoned Gypsy students!
Trying hot wax for the first time.
My online student Stefanie Lin!
Here is another of my online students but sweet stuff remind me of your name!
OK So! One of the reasons I even do in person events is to meet the girls I chat with online. I get to show them in person what we do in class but also the women I've met online have been the most amazing women I have ever met in my life. Think of the odds of meeting someone as unique and wonderful as you in your own small town, kinda hard. We Gypsy Art Chicks are a special bunch. But your circle widens considerably when you decide to look for those of a like mind around the world. And Vanessa is sure one of them. Vanessa Karin Johanning. Here is her blog.
I knew she was wonderful before I met her but the full extent of her does not come through as much as it does in person. She is PURE JOY. That is what she is. She is generous, thoughtful, deeply compassionate, and all of it is authentic and real. You can immediately tell that she means it with all her life. All the color, all the smiles, its not an act so you think she is special. She is so special the color and glitter cannot not pour out of her.
and so a wonderful Gypsy Girl time was had by all. It's time to pack up our brushes and head on home now lil gigi.