Cafe Louvre is well known as The showcase for local artists, so when my work was selected as their featured artist in August I was blown away. It was a mad scramble, but the result is now up on the walls and looking for new homes ! A new direction for Haifa, the owner and Mécène des Arts, and a new venture for me. This is only the second time something I created is out there that is not in a book ( where one can often hide behind or ride the coat-tails of an author ), or some commercial assignment ( where the money is good and the acknowledgement is nil ) or created expressly for an individual. It’s fun knowing each of my grandkids has an original of mine personalized to them but right now there’s a strong tinge of nervousness having my stuff hanging as My Stuff. At the same time there’s a true thrill of recognition.
If you’re in the area stop by and check it out. Here’s a link to the cafe facebook page:
Sometimes, not often mind you, but sometimes things come easily. For the longest time I envied story tellers. Wordsmiths like my old friend Stephen Cosgrove weave wonders book after book, each better than the one before. I have had some of the best times in my artists’ life working with these people. Yes my illustrations added fun visuals, but they are what my art professor would call “Graphic Blandishments serving narrative”.
Now comes the easy part. Recently I was in a local cafe and sitting near me was a little boy that looked to be about two years “reading” a children’s book to his Mom. He was really getting into explaining to her that the last page was a picture of the elephant walking to the next story. ” What is the next story?” Mom asked. The boy thought a minute and then told her “I‘m not sure. I’ll make it up tonight.”
That’s when it dawned on me! While I can not create the words like Stephen, my drawings can supply a visual framework that viewers of any age can use to create what has to be the best stories ever…their own. In the piece titled “Santa Cruz Cottage” the little bear and his Mom are walking out of the frame and into whatever the viewer makes up at the time. Or the lady bugs on the Sunflowers’ leaf are on a picnic. It isn’t and never was My Story. I imagine a child looking at one of my pieces on their bedroom wall and drifting off to sleep night after night with story after story in their head. Every time that happens a little banner pops up somewhere saying Mission Accomplished!
Go back and look at some of my pieces in the gallery and tell me your best story.