As I've written before, time always seems to sneak away and disappear into some kind of chronological black hole: many hours unaccounted for, sometimes entire days that seem to have never even existed! I try not to be wasteful with much, including (and especially) time, but it seems like many minutes go by that have nothing to show for themselves. My decision five years ago to forego my career-minded studies and instead follow my passion for art has left me waiting tables and working on a hodgepodge of various "creative" projects. This is not to say that I regret that decision, or that I have lost sight of the passion that guided it. I still daydream about the days when I will be my own boss, in some form or another, and have plenty of time to create things that come from my heart. For now, though, I make do with the opportunities that are given to me.
Perhaps the least interesting but most prominent as of late has been a "restoration" project that I just finished this week. A family that regularly comes into the restaurant where I work asked me to touch up a mural that was painted on the ceiling of their veranda. If I knew the original artist's name I would insert it here, but I don't. Anyway, ten years of Kansas City humidity and water damage, etc. had left their mark and my goal was to take it from this:
back to this:
(I have since finished filling in the flowers.) Never thought I would have to resurface a ceiling—and hopefully something I will never have to do again. Ever.
A couple smaller-scale cupcake gigs came up in the spring.
And I also got to paint this for work:
The mirror was beautiful by itself and the painted image is one of our champagne labels.
Next up is an actual portrait commission, so it will be good to get back to that.
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