The First...First Friday

Life is moving so quickly. It's already July and I've got my hands full trying to balance my art life, work life, and social life, not counting the time and energy I've started investing in my physical health. Despite all of the wheels I have in motion, I feel like I'm falling into a decent rhythm. 

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A little something I started working on this week.

This Friday was July 1st, making it a...First Friday here in Indy (and the rest of the world I guess). First Friday's are one of the best times for people interested in arts and culture to hit the town as all of the local artists open up their studios to show their work, and answer questions.

In the past, I've typically wandered about The Harrison Center, since it's so close by where I live and overflowing with talented artists. It is so important for me to be able to look at work created by my peers, even if they don't know I'm "one of them." I think it's helpful for me to think critically about the creative choices of others, in order to see my own work from a different perspective. 

However, this time around I was asked to show my work at Broken Beaker Distillery, along Indy's colorful Mass Ave cultural district. At the time it didn't feel like a very big deal. It just seemed like something fun to do on Friday, and I'm pleased to show my work in most places so...why not?

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Jaime helped me set up my cheap easels! He also helped me get a beverage.

And then I was reminded that I've never had a solo show for a First Friday! This was actually my first one. I've been a part of group shows before, and I've had solo shows downtown before, but I'd never actually had a first Friday show to "call my own."

The evening when really well! I think my work looked awesome up on their walls. Even the skeleton liked it!

My work should be up at Broken Beaker throughout the Holiday weekend, so if you missed the show and are in town...you have no excuse! 

It's crazy to think that this time last year, I was generally uninspired, and not for a lack of trying. I would barricade myself in my parent's guest room (I was still living at home) and try for hours to create something that felt like a reflection of my soul, and all that came out was crap...which made me wonder if my soul was, actually made of crap. 

There is an art to the perfect burrito.

​Now, Here I am. I'm painting regularly. I've had three shows this year already! I've sold work to companies and individuals. I AM making this happen. Deep down, I know what I'm making is wonderful and worthwhile. 

Too often I look at where I am, and compare it to where I wish I was. Today, I'm comparing myself from where I've been. It's a slow and steady pace, but I've come pretty far from my parent's spare bedroom. Certainly there's a long way to go, but I'm not slowing my pace now! 

I think I can. I think I can. I think I can. I think........

xoxo
​Angela

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