Brittany came yesterday to hang out with me. She saves shells from mussels and was interested in dyeing or painting them. We experimented with acid dyeing with procion mx on a few and gesso and paint on others. Brittany also makes purses from re-purposing fabric and hand embroidering women on the front. Here is the start of one of them...
I've known Brittany's Mom, Deborah, since elementary school and we reconnected in the late nineties after we ended up working for the same organization.
I completed most of the quilt lines on Oliver Lewis, The Jockey and tried to work on the Mid-wife but the day was wearing on me by then. Tried to pick it back up today but couldn't concentrate well enough to do without making mistakes. Something occurred yesterday at the art complex that greatly bothered me...another occurrence in a long line of crass and crude behaviors by leasing staff. There is only so much Ass-holism I can let slide off without it effecting me while there. This particular thing even found itself into my dreams last night and was on my mind the first thing when I awoke...not good...my head space is too precious and time too short. If I'm still bothered, and even if I'm not, by Wednesday, I will at least voice my view to the appropriate person.
On another vibe, I was accepted into the SBA's Access to Market program for artists, designed to help artists market their work to a wider audience. It is a pilot program that is funded via a federal grant and only took 50 artists across the state.