the fine art of procrastination ...

our show was thursday night ... it was grand ... 

why have i not posted about it? 

....a...i was tired 

....b... i wanted to take advantage of friday, my last day on florida vacation

....c....driving home saturday ...

....d.... reading a good book ... host ... by stephanie meyers .... 

....e..... editing book reports .... helping three kids with school stuff .... 

... f... catching up with a life that i seem kind of behind on .... 

but ... i'm back ... and ready ... 

here's my favorite photo from thursday night's opening party .....

that's art mom, me, and little.e.beck.artist ..... we are standing in front of one of the walls of interpretations .... her collages are the top row, mine the bottom .... this picture was taken JUST before my interview ... with a newspaper reporter ... an interview that took SO long .... 30 minutes or so ... i can't imagine why! certainly there won't be an article with all that chatter in it .... the first thing she said to me was, your mom is a perfectionist ... are you? .... and i laughed at her ... no, not at all .... really, not at all .... then she asked if my mom and i got along ... well of course we do ..... we certainly wouldn't have spent all this time figuring out this art show together if we didn't get along ....i'm not sure she believed me! ....  and then it went on to discussions of my family, my studio, where i get ideas and on and on .... it will be interesting to see if there is an article in the brandon newspaper .... 

at the show, i saw lots of old friends .. more than i thought would come ... mostly they don't live in brandon, so it was a surprise that so many made the long drive ..... i also met a ton of my mom's artist pals .... that was nice .... i need more artists in my life, like she has in hers .... 

my most interesting bit of the night wasn't exactly an art thing .... i did about ten write ups ... and put them next to paintings ... so that people could read what i was thinking .... what my art meant to me .... why i choose some of the oddball stuff i do .... and at least a dozen people spoke to me about those words .... and nearly all of them told me i should be a writer .... that's a little odd ... here, look at my art ... and they say, great art, you should be a writer... 

here's one exchange .... with my elementary school principal .. a deep voiced, large in stature, larger of legend kind of man ... 

he: elizabeth, your art is intriguing, but it is your words that really struck me ...

me: thank you

he: you have a way with words that really is interesting and quite funny .... 

me: thank you, you're very sweet

he: I"M NOT SWEET (he hollered) .... elizabeth, you know i'm not sweet and never have been!

me: well, it's nice of you to say that you appreciate my writing

he: NO, it's not NICE .... it's the truth ... you are a writer and you should write a book

me: i've always wanted to be a writer .... but i don't really have a notion what i'd write about to fill up a whole book ...

he: well, right here you have page one .... and you have at least ten pages on the walls here

me: oh...no, that's not for a book

he:WRITE A BOOK .... 

so whaddaya do when your principal hollers to write a book? 

i better get writing, huh?

.... although ... i imagine i can procrastinate writing a book for years ..... 

(pretty cool that my principal was there ... as was my fourth grade teacher ..... )

so what have you been doing while i've been away ... catch me up on your fun doings ....