tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70666217237425568612024-02-19T08:39:59.350-08:00Living La Vida Pintada!Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708856676697990169noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066621723742556861.post-85475917679991188202009-08-20T09:52:00.000-07:002009-08-20T10:25:02.336-07:00Tank on a Bike<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguD6cGPOTwU3iBE7rDD5Y4m72HpjZOdBeKEpRaoTjqkARnaOJ15OlUgqUKd9um4-xa9cYJd6xcp0HBmeF0YOAFHbfYZWM5yZk_746tGCcBfokH8a9YBkVC8XEUcZljerR6ERmG5sg4tNFd/s1600-h/8.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 115px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguD6cGPOTwU3iBE7rDD5Y4m72HpjZOdBeKEpRaoTjqkARnaOJ15OlUgqUKd9um4-xa9cYJd6xcp0HBmeF0YOAFHbfYZWM5yZk_746tGCcBfokH8a9YBkVC8XEUcZljerR6ERmG5sg4tNFd/s320/8.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372096990736089090" /></a><br />When I was in junior high school, my girlfriends and I used to play football with the neighborhood boys. It was actually just a good chance for us to cop some innocent feels on each other. And it was fun. Anyways, the boys being boys nicknamed the girls. They called my best friend Boobhead, because she wasn't too smart but she had a nice body. (No sexism here, eh? Start 'em early I say!) My other friend was called Scrounger because she always seemed to be finding and picking up coins and shiny whatnots everywhere she went. And me? Well naturally I was called Tank. And I hated it. I was taller than everyone else and outweighed them by about 20 lbs. which granted 20 lbs. isn't a heck of a lot now, but back then it might as well have been 200 lbs.<br />So I've been riding my bike around the neighborhood here. We're on a hill and there are hills everywhere here. So I've gotten in some good cardio workouts lately. But I've been wanting to hit a bike trail and funny thing is, I wanted to ride in the daylight! For the past several months, any exercise I've done outside has always been at night time. It's a vanity thing. I never liked the idea of people staring, and a fat girl exercising is something people stare at! My bike isn't much, just a cheapie that we purchased at Kmart about 5 years ago and pretty much sat gathering dust until recently. We did a little upgrading by adding a "cadillac" seat (in other words, more cushion & more width!), some rockin' new tires that we got from the bike shop and other little assorted goodies. So today I woke up early...and early means 8 am for me...took a quick cool down shower (hot flashes are killin' me lately!), loaded up the bike and headed for a nice bike trail that my husband and I discovered last week. I cannot tell you how heavenly this was for me! I felt a freedom of movement that has been lacking in my life for so long. I unloaded my bike at the trail, hopped on and took off down the path that rode right alongside the Rio Grande. I had monarch butterflies and dragonflies riding beside me all along. And the people I passed by are so...so nice! This is unusual and very hard for me to grasp. Everyone said hello...and good morning...nice day. I passed other bikers, people walking all types of dogs, and even some cowboys on horseback. I followed the trail for the full length of 3 miles, then turned around and headed back. Six miles total. When I was coming into the final stretch at the end of the trail, there were a group of older gentlemen all hanging out and talking. They all waved and said hello and one of them asked me if I had finished the whole six miles. When I said "yes...why yes I did!" They all started cheering and clapping. At first I wasn't sure if they were laughing at me...being obese in our society has taught me to think like this...but no, they were genuine. And I felt pretty good. And strong. And my old nickname came to mind and I realized that there is nothing wrong with being a tank. So on that note, I think I might do it again tomorrow!Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708856676697990169noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066621723742556861.post-56741551879363224072009-08-10T14:15:00.000-07:002009-08-10T14:31:03.495-07:00Progress PicsSoooo...despite the fact that I know I'm going to have a gain at weigh in tonight, I will NOT take the free pass. I will get on the scale and face it. And I will work harder next week. <br /><br />I decided to take a few new pics today. My little girl is a future photographer. And astronaut. And paleontologist. And artist. And veterinarian. I think she did a good job. Except she wouldn't take the pics unless I smiled and said "cheese." Kids.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie7ecxEFwgzZFUd3Fq9BW6fW5IIzyR8fhoAwNnE9x8WAGs8a2PlJJTErqT8WhMCy_-Pyeq6HXBYUK7X4zVXLMKZyE8p2ABjJcVuOfc0L5SkddRjq2AgeT50V3KDeDH2eK4Fhxep58FwqkW/s1600-h/3.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie7ecxEFwgzZFUd3Fq9BW6fW5IIzyR8fhoAwNnE9x8WAGs8a2PlJJTErqT8WhMCy_-Pyeq6HXBYUK7X4zVXLMKZyE8p2ABjJcVuOfc0L5SkddRjq2AgeT50V3KDeDH2eK4Fhxep58FwqkW/s320/3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368447831014359346" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdvulPLkFHLExI2ZIJwO-z_c_Io-umv_X2HdS2cqbkaSUHQO_VbAIEFm2WIbdGRtXuaEDqayhITbRkL0A2R_ff56HkvaiQX276CRieQFnpIbkrWrgLgjN3aLMGmD-oU4aui8y6Zzy7ktnT/s1600-h/1.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 147px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdvulPLkFHLExI2ZIJwO-z_c_Io-umv_X2HdS2cqbkaSUHQO_VbAIEFm2WIbdGRtXuaEDqayhITbRkL0A2R_ff56HkvaiQX276CRieQFnpIbkrWrgLgjN3aLMGmD-oU4aui8y6Zzy7ktnT/s320/1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368447724358886946" /></a><br /><br />The only regret I have is that I threw out all of my "before" pics. Vanity is a killer. I wish I had kept some. But honestly they were too hard to look at for me. They are painful reminders of how far I let myself go. But like any addiction, one day at a time. One step back, two steps forward. Onward.Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708856676697990169noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066621723742556861.post-20446801048922307742009-08-06T09:38:00.000-07:002009-08-06T10:34:09.528-07:00Loser!And after a wonderful trip to Santa Fe, a successful weekend at the Hispanic Contemporary Market, I am now down a total of 52 lbs! Physically I feel great! But oh my gosh the restaurants in Santa Fe are to die for! I love good traditional New Mexican fare and I ate plenty up in Santa Fe! Tamales smothered in fresh red chile. Delicious, aromatic and spicy carne adovada. Stuffed sopapillas. Chile con queso and hot chips. Not to mention a trip to Manny's Buckhorn Saloon up in San Antonio (San Antonio NEW MEXICO that is!) for deliciously wonderful green chile cheeseburgers! I bargained in my brain that to eat the burger, I could not eat the homemade real potato french fries and it worked! Well okay, I ate about three french fries because I am not that strong. And I still managed to lose 2 lbs. in the past two weeks at WW weigh-in this past Monday. I might be starting to get the hang of this losing weight thing. Not to mention that I've been riding my bike everyday! I love that thing and yeah Kate...it is glorious! Now I'm looking at upgrading my bike seat and tires too since I've found that the seat is not that comfortable if I'm riding for more than 15 minutes. Also managed to encourage my husband and younger daughter to ride with me. The recent feelings of freedom that I've had are almost euphoric to me. Yeah 52 lbs. is really only half of what I need to lose, but that also means that I'm halfway there too! I can actually feel my body as the pounds shed. And I'm just about at the point where I can feel comfortable flying. The fear and humiliation of being pulled out of line and forced to purchase a second seat has completely deterred me from flying for over 10 years now. I am starting to feel like life is opening up for me. One year ago I would have said that no way was I letting life pass me by. But now I can admit that yes, I have let so much pass me by. Fear of my weight and humiliation and embarrassment have held me back for so many many years! But I found my next wannado! On a drive up to Angelfire, NM (lovely ski resort area in the North), I saw some whitewater rafters going past in the Rio Grande Gorge. I freaked out and knew that I have found my next challenge. I want to go whitewater rafting! Me and my sis plan to go next year and take the husbands with us. One year ago I would have took pics and waved at all the kooks in that flimsy looking raft. Next year I'll get to be one of the kooks (God willing!) Yeah. It's all looking good.Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708856676697990169noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066621723742556861.post-55398025667236444932009-08-06T08:31:00.000-07:002009-08-06T09:36:03.479-07:00just a little something...that kinda bothers me...Okay maybe I shouldn't even say anything. I do believe in karma. But I keep having little nagging issues that gnaw at my brain every now and then. As an artist I have to wonder if I should just jump on the bandwagon. The "bandwagon" being that minority of artists who paint a subject simply because it's a moneymaker. Even if they have no knowledge about what they are painting. Example (making it as brief as possible!):<br /><br />Vending recently at a large Day of the Dead event. Set up next to an artist selling Day of the Dead and other religious themed paintings. Very nice lady and pleasantly nice all weekend. Lady has no idea what the Day of the Dead is about. Lady paints skeletons and calls them Day of the Dead paintings. Lady sells several "Day of the Dead" paintings at $250.00 each. Lady is also selling religious painting of saintly woman. Lady has no idea who saintly woman is. Lady saw the saintly woman at a museum in Italy and copied. Lady sells saintly woman painting sells that weekend for $900.00.<br /><br />Okay label me jealous. Yes I admit it. I was jealous that she managed to sell a painting for $900.00 that weekend and most of us were struggling to sell our $20.00 items. I was happy that she sold the painting. Any independent artist who sells a higher end painting is like a victory for us all. But she simply had no idea that the saintly woman she had sold was La Dolorosa. The image of the painfully weeping mother who has lost her only son and who bears the seven sorrows of man as swords pierced deeply in her heart and is a beloved image in the catholic religion. But lady manages to pull the deal off with the customer and sell her painting. *sigh*<br /><br />When I started creating Day of the Dead themed art several years ago, one of the first things I did was to read everything I could on the subject. Yes it was a cultural holiday that was undoubtedly celebrated by my ancestors long ago, but I knew that I could not create serious artwork unless I knew my subject. In other words, I can't just jump on the bandwagon and start painting skeletons for profit unless I know my subject.<br /><br />I suppose that the success of selling art is in the hands of the buyer. I rarely have a customer who purchases a high end piece from me and does <span style="font-style:italic;">not</span> want to know everything about it from what originally inspired me down to the painting process and method.<br /><br />I see so many artists on etsy who are misusing the term "Day of the Dead" on items that should more properly be labeled for Halloween. There are no zombies, blood or gore associated with el Dia de Los Muertos. <br /><br />If I decided to become a writer one day because I thought it would bring in some money, I would never write a book on "How To Speak Fluent Russian In Just One Day." <br /><br />So I will conclude with this advice to new artists. Take a few moments to utilize the net or your local library and learn a bit about the images you decide to use in your art. Yes skeletons are big sellers and they're cool and lots of fun to paint. But take the time to find out why they are used in artwork and where the idea was originated. It's never too late to learn about other cultures and civilizations. You might also find that it enhances your own life and inspires even more creativity.Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708856676697990169noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066621723742556861.post-81687662915413166522009-07-15T10:02:00.000-07:002009-07-15T10:12:53.942-07:00Back Online...Finally!After over a month of having extremely limited internet access, my new computer has finally arrived and I'm hooked up again. Andele!<br />I have a huge Dia de Los Muertos show this weekend in Albuquerque (Santa Ana Pueblo). The following weekend is Santa Fe's huge Hispanic Contemporary Market. Hectic to say the least! I will post updates and pics of the new artwork I've been working on. The creativity has been flowing like a mofo and it's made me realize that I really do my best work under pressure.<br />I plan to catch up on all my favorite blogs and bloggerettes, but it might take a couple more weeks.<br />And on the weight loss journey, I've now lost a total of 46 lbs! My goal has always seemed impossibly far away, but learning to live it day by day has helped me put my weight loss expectations into perspective. And I've been riding my bike. I packed that sucker away years ago and let the dust gather on it because the dreams I've had of riding my bike with the wind blowing through my hair seemed like something I would never feel again. Wrong. I'm starting to feel like there's not much I can't do. It's really strange to have that sort of confidence. I'm not used to it.Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708856676697990169noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066621723742556861.post-81476973907762750742009-05-18T12:20:00.000-07:002009-05-18T12:22:24.539-07:00Do you know what's still happening in Juarez?Knowledge is power. Inform yourself. Help those who are unable to help themselves. Maybe a few people can make a difference. Some of us have been trying for years.<br /><a href="http://girl-gone-thread-wild.blogspot.com/2009/03/unique-request.html">DO SOMETHING.</a>Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708856676697990169noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066621723742556861.post-63545546726798736072009-05-04T20:53:00.001-07:002009-05-04T21:02:08.931-07:00Etsy baby. Etsy.Had some time to list a few things on <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=56872&ga_search_query=regalosdelsol&ga_search_type=seller_usernames">etsy</a>. If you've got a moment feel free to hit my shop. Don't have much there but I plan on building it a bit more day by day. Gracias amigas!
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<br />Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708856676697990169noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066621723742556861.post-9462029891133307382009-04-30T17:40:00.001-07:002009-04-30T17:50:27.021-07:00Tramp Stamp?Unbelievable as it may be, I actually read about somebody who referred to tattoos as these. Tramp stamps. I didn't know whether I felt appalled or just wanted to bust out laughing. Although I'm 48 years old, I consider myself fairly hip and open minded to what is going on in the world around me. I don't like to close myself up socially when it comes to the trends that are popular with the younger generations. Tattoos have become the norm. They are permanent expressions of art, spirituality, passions and emotions. And I will admit that I am really glad to see this. As an artist I can respect the profession of the tattoo artist much as I respect the person who choses to engrave their bodies with blood for a permanent piece of something that is meaningful to them. I chose to have my first tattoo after a major surgery I had back in 2007 and I will admit that I LOVE IT. Everytime I catch a glimpse of it in a mirror as I walk past, I can't help but stare. I didn't decide to get a tattoo because it's "cool." I did it because I've always admired the art of the tattoo and it has now become mainstream and acceptable to have multiple tattoos on our bodies. I didn't think I still had to deal with small mentalities who would look at my tattoo and judge me to be a person of low character based solely on my tattoo. Tramp stamp? You've gotta be kidding me!Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708856676697990169noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066621723742556861.post-40275698086563611922009-04-28T09:40:00.001-07:002009-04-28T10:50:44.356-07:00Back to Art - Upcoming ShowsIn June I will be attending two events.<br /><br />June 19th will be the <a href="http://www.hssnm.org/events.html"><span style="font-style:italic;">"For the heART of Animals"<span style="font-weight:bold;"></span></span></a> fundraiser event at the Farm and Ranch Museum from 5:30 p.m. to 11 p.m. in Las Cruces, NM. I will be there selling arte and supporting a worthy cause. Proceeds will benefit the Humane Society of Southern New Mexico (HSSNM), Spay Neuter Action Program (SNAP) and Safe Haven Animal Sanctuary (SHAS). Please come and support this worthy cause!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.southernnmpride.org/"><span style="font-style:italic;">"Pride"<span style="font-weight:bold;"></span></span></a> day takes place on Saturday June 27th from 10 a.m. to 3 p.m. at Pioneer Women's Park, Las Cruces. This event is in it's 3rd year and each year brings more visitors. This year they will have 70+ vendors with over 1,000+ attendees expected! So along with supporting a great cause, it's just a blast to be here! I look forward to this event every year! <br /><br />In July I will be attending two more events!<br /><br />On July 18th & 19th, 2009 at the Santa Ana Star Casino in the Santa Ana Pueblo, NM is the 2nd annual <span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-style:italic;"><a href="http://artedemuertos.com/">"Arte De Muertos"</a></span></span> show. This promises to be a well attended event with over 80 artists from the southwest featuring all type of hand crafted treasures! I expect this show to be a great selling opportunity for all who participate. If you're an artist who is interested in attending, please check the website out and contact Hank Estrada for more information.<br /><br />And last but certainly not least is the <span style="font-style:italic;">Hispanic Contemporary Market</span> in Santa Fe on July 25th and 26th, 2009. I'll post more on this event as it draws near. But this is another of my favorite shows to vend. It is a festive event that brings in a colorful crowd of Northern New Mexicans and art collectors from all over the world!<br /><br />And that is what is currently on my plate. So although I've only been back from San Antonio for one week now, my studio is currently filled with projects in the making and future projects.Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708856676697990169noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066621723742556861.post-37991258576041147932009-04-23T11:16:00.000-07:002009-04-23T11:52:31.486-07:00Breathing a Sigh of Relief!<meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CHP_ADM%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="address"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="State"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="Street"></o:smarttagtype><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:.75in .5in 0in .5in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:15;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;">The shows are finally over! Well at least until June. But for th</span><span style="font-size:100%;">e nex</span><span style="font-size:100%;">t week I am just taking it easy. April 4<sup>th</sup> and 5<sup>th</sup> was the <a href="http://www.artedemuertos.com/"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">Dia de Los Muertos</span></a> show in Bernalillo (a small burb just outside Albquerque). That was the type of show I love despite very small booth spaces and di</span><span style="font-size:100%;">fficult set-ups. We had a huge customer turnout thanks to great publicity. I met some new faces</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> in the art world and managed to bring home some excellent swag. Geez I LOVE artists who trade! Let’s see, my daughter came hom</span><span style="font-size:100%;">e<span style=""> </span>with some adorable <a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5839435">FloresOriginals</a> bottlecap jewelry (thank you Carolyn!), and I’m the one who came home with the muthal</span><span style="font-size:100%;">oad of stuff! A beautiful senorita handbag from <a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" href="http://thefancychola.blogspot.com/">The Fancy Chola</a> (Christina!), a ceramic Catrina doll of Frida and her monkey from <a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://www.masksymas.net/">Masks y Mas</a>, a stunning pair of silver Oaxacan earrings, prints of Muerto art from the incredibly talented artist <a href="http://www.magdaweb.com/"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Magda</span></a>, and a stash of cash thanks to a </span><span style="font-size:100%;">near complete sell-out weekend! <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Although sell-out shows are wonderful, they also mean one thing. Time to go back to work! So we drove the 250+ miles home after the show and as so</span><span style="font-size:100%;">on as I got home, I locked myself up in the gar</span><span style="font-size:100%;">age and started back to work for the <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">San Antonio</st1:place></st1:city> show on April 18<sup>th</sup> and 19<sup>th</sup>. Fortunately I have a very tolerant and understanding husband who realizes that when I’m in “art mode” it’s best t</span><span style="font-size:100%;">o just leave me be and check to make sure I’m still breathing every few hours. I managed to finish up a few more painting</span><span style="font-size:100%;">s and some lower priced items within the following week. It took me two days to pack our trailer just the way I wanted it packed. Sometimes I amaze myself at how very anal I can be when I’m working and I really feel sorry for anyone w</span><span style="font-size:100%;">ho is within shouting distance.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">We hit <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">San Antonio</st1:place></st1:city> on April 16<sup>th</sup>, set up our booth on April 17<sup>th</sup> and then were bombarded with flooding rains, thunder, lightening and wind for the first day of the </span><span style="font-size:100%;">show on </span><span style="font-size:100%;">that Saturday. Guuuuureat. All I’m thinking is Good God how am I going to pay for this trip if I can't even make my four hundred dollar booth fee! But then as the southwest often does, the weather did a complete turnabout and Sunday was beautiful. I donned my beautiful handmade custom skirt by <a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5051510">GenniMcMahon</a> and went to work. Sales were </span><span style="font-size:100%;">pretty good though not stellar. But no complaints, it was a successful show and I think I’ve just bec</span><span style="font-size:100%;">ome spoiled with having too many sell-outs. Jeje<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">We did end up spending an extra couple of days in <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">San Antonio</st1:place></st1:city> to go see the sights and experience the town during “Fiesta!” It really is a lovely city and the people were so nice. I ate wonderful mole at the restaurant Mi Tierra several times and went cr</span><span style="font-size:100%;">azy over the tons of fresh pan dulce they had at their bakery! We met up with my dear amigita <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Toria</span> and her charming fiancé RD and had dinner with them</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> at the</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> ultra-hip and ultra-delicious <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Rosario</st1:place></st1:city>’s. Can you say hands-down-the-best-shrimp-tacos-I-have-ever-had? Yeah, but I can’t say that I even thought about Weight Watchers for the duration of our trip. We </span><span style="font-size:100%;">also managed to squeeze in a visit to trendy <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">Austin</st1:city></st1:place> where we shopped down <st1:street st="on"><st1:address st="on">Congress St.</st1:address></st1:street> in some of the coolest stores e</span><span style="font-size:100%;">ver including Tesoros (a wonderland of gads and gads of imported treasures)! Authentic <st1:place st="on"><st1:state st="on">New York</st1:state></st1:place> styl</span><span style="font-size:100%;">e (well, about as authentic as you can get in Austin TX) thin crust pizza topped off the day.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">So that’s where I’ve been for the past month. And it’s so GOOD to be home again! There’s a lot more to this story than meets the eye, but it w</span><span style="font-size:100%;">ill have to wait for another day. Life goes on and that pile of laundry behind me is just getting bigger. Packing suitcases is so much more fun than unpacking them! Outta here. Have a great day everyone! Oh yeah, a few pics below.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkR3GVvNGpGiavX342s5nC3uoa-idgQOW3gMU0m059RVDxbUYlaxaGkmG11TlTWbF8s3wovOa9ljGGjYt31704siDxv2-tkPwl-qFowyVHtoVdn5tIxOH_wp574deY6crmVpmgpBwpfa6N/s1600-h/rorypandulce.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkR3GVvNGpGiavX342s5nC3uoa-idgQOW3gMU0m059RVDxbUYlaxaGkmG11TlTWbF8s3wovOa9ljGGjYt31704siDxv2-tkPwl-qFowyVHtoVdn5tIxOH_wp574deY6crmVpmgpBwpfa6N/s200/rorypandulce.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327956432061428530" border="0" /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">Pan Dul</span></a><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkR3GVvNGpGiavX342s5nC3uoa-idgQOW3gMU0m059RVDxbUYlaxaGkmG11TlTWbF8s3wovOa9ljGGjYt31704siDxv2-tkPwl-qFowyVHtoVdn5tIxOH_wp574deY6crmVpmgpBwpfa6N/s1600-h/rorypandulce.jpg"><span>ce </span></a><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkR3GVvNGpGiavX342s5nC3uoa-idgQOW3gMU0m059RVDxbUYlaxaGkmG11TlTWbF8s3wovOa9ljGGjYt31704siDxv2-tkPwl-qFowyVHtoVdn5tIxOH_wp574deY6crmVpmgpBwpfa6N/s1600-h/rorypandulce.jpg"><span>and the Irish Mexican Cowgirl</span></a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9HHB8wwxrra4VEw-7X4akREkFqQ_gdWp-oKGrU3ThboQPT9uV3rxPHdWnSfagaSwVHGfaNBcDOQFoMtPrVy6QMHuN8TI4BPN9YmVktxO6e79vCZ3t3BY8HpcMfL7oJ8Npl-ojWYnyeLUP/s1600-h/andiepandulce.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9HHB8wwxrra4VEw-7X4akREkFqQ_gdWp-oKGrU3ThboQPT9uV3rxPHdWnSfagaSwVHGfaNBcDOQFoMtPrVy6QMHuN8TI4BPN9YmVktxO6e79vCZ3t3BY8HpcMfL7oJ8Npl-ojWYnyeLUP/s200/andiepandulce.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327957809673918994" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"> My Da</span><span style="font-style: italic;">rk Princess Gett</span><span style="font-style: italic;">ing Ideas for her Pan Dulce Jewelry</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqFNl6OSr8eVzumKsZ_Iv-wjuyZTd-IaE9dqlJJndTYSzPmAS3FazkrRUlhpZ_vrQhTVBQuk1RPdHwaEnBVQyILo8QbYmoxuDE07SBDJdJKbf4sG_3wsAhETx6eBRE00mhwbhHGMItHGYu/s1600-h/mitierra1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqFNl6OSr8eVzumKsZ_Iv-wjuyZTd-IaE9dqlJJndTYSzPmAS3FazkrRUlhpZ_vrQhTVBQuk1RPdHwaEnBVQyILo8QbYmoxuDE07SBDJdJKbf4sG_3wsAhETx6eBRE00mhwbhHGMItHGYu/s200/mitierra1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327958285093799618" border="0" /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"> Mi Familia at Mi Tie</span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqFNl6OSr8eVzumKsZ_Iv-wjuyZTd-IaE9dqlJJndTYSzPmAS3FazkrRUlhpZ_vrQhTVBQuk1RPdHwaEnBVQyILo8QbYmoxuDE07SBDJdJKbf4sG_3wsAhETx6eBRE00mhwbhHGMItHGYu/s1600-h/mitierra1.jpg"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">rr</span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqFNl6OSr8eVzumKsZ_Iv-wjuyZTd-IaE9dqlJJndTYSzPmAS3FazkrRUlhpZ_vrQhTVBQuk1RPdHwaEnBVQyILo8QbYmoxuDE07SBDJdJKbf4sG_3wsAhETx6eBRE00mhwbhHGMItHGYu/s1600-h/mitierra1.jpg"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">a (I d</span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqFNl6OSr8eVzumKsZ_Iv-wjuyZTd-IaE9dqlJJndTYSzPmAS3FazkrRUlhpZ_vrQhTVBQuk1RPdHwaEnBVQyILo8QbYmoxuDE07SBDJdJKbf4sG_3wsAhETx6eBRE00mhwbhHGMItHGYu/s1600-h/mitierra1.jpg"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">on't know who those other people are)</span></a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBNwBoN08voWvVMhOas8fwZxGATSsFEc77v4aBHFzwX9mbV222TpBRINgjM_1XT_tm3GAgIOSmfM4T-C9q1I4go7gq89dewR2dlqHafvoSKeK6NH_8aqNKIT3XkezldjgvJWHZSRLtl0CS/s1600-h/fatmexicancowgirl.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBNwBoN08voWvVMhOas8fwZxGATSsFEc77v4aBHFzwX9mbV222TpBRINgjM_1XT_tm3GAgIOSmfM4T-C9q1I4go7gq89dewR2dlqHafvoSKeK6NH_8aqNKIT3XkezldjgvJWHZSRLtl0CS/s200/fatmexicancowgirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327958378168263762" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"> Fat Mexican Cow</span><span style="font-style: italic;">girl i</span><span style="font-style: italic;">n the beautiful Genni McMahon original skirt. I love it!</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWU_IXwCZVuUq1ucWFoRnyDolIy5Zq8Y1h7OuwGHGFgawDE5bLfRnIFbxz2L6_XBA3oTGca4Q3Hm0LyghykMysnkdJbA7Va5URE9b9HpE3HnoR-beqS1-meTO4nyuID1QXsEw_t8iFbQM4/s1600-h/fatmexicancowgirl2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 130px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWU_IXwCZVuUq1ucWFoRnyDolIy5Zq8Y1h7OuwGHGFgawDE5bLfRnIFbxz2L6_XBA3oTGca4Q3Hm0LyghykMysnkdJbA7Va5URE9b9HpE3HnoR-beqS1-meTO4nyuID1QXsEw_t8iFbQM4/s200/fatmexicancowgirl2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327958454609773714" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"> Again the FMC with mi arte.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNT3iotxqAMWMpxfQHgy163MepEUnwJ6a64Wo2K87aC5j63OGDWvmDSyXemlWnwdKpJCvvQLw7AfO5xYeLYV4QWhKp5ta6LKipzVHABiL5fwfyZ_lMuLUNKaP9yMgB2fg3kzsZnc3wFAaW/s1600-h/rosarios.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNT3iotxqAMWMpxfQHgy163MepEUnwJ6a64Wo2K87aC5j63OGDWvmDSyXemlWnwdKpJCvvQLw7AfO5xYeLYV4QWhKp5ta6LKipzVHABiL5fwfyZ_lMuLUNKaP9yMgB2fg3kzsZnc3wFAaW/s200/rosarios.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327958554851813170" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"> Where I want to live on Lemon Drop Martinis and Shrimp Tacos *sigh*</span>
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<br /><span style="font-size:14;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708856676697990169noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066621723742556861.post-36090492536942418422009-03-25T13:39:00.000-07:002009-03-25T13:48:49.530-07:00Suggestions Needed!I'm looking for clever ideas here so if you have any, throw 'em down this way. Okay for my shows I usually like to have freebies for the kids. Usually it's a bowl of candy but sometimes it's a bowl of bracelets. Now they're just cheap little stretchy bracelets with plastic beads & skulls but hey I like to make them if I have the time. It's fun to watch kids as their eyes light up when you tell them to pick one out for free. Kids are cool like that. What is totally NOT cool is the fact that the adults will help themselves too! I mean c'mon...they are <span style="font-style: italic;">plastic</span> for cripesake! But it happens all the time. So how do I post something tasteful (yes, <span style="font-style: italic;">tasteful</span> for tacky adults) but still make it crystal clear that these are for the KIDS? Help!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_B5XAoNc_sbIDe3hJDF31YiEnJT_7dgc2vDMyUmTf-aZnLp6_9cndNwzUnxh7LdQdtgmKxI0hcFzUukAT9N7eTO1Y41YyiuXDuuF2WHtdvKEt2FYwFlg_0YV4mQYVGdxoA1rKEFrVHPxl/s1600-h/bracelets.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 176px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_B5XAoNc_sbIDe3hJDF31YiEnJT_7dgc2vDMyUmTf-aZnLp6_9cndNwzUnxh7LdQdtgmKxI0hcFzUukAT9N7eTO1Y41YyiuXDuuF2WHtdvKEt2FYwFlg_0YV4mQYVGdxoA1rKEFrVHPxl/s200/bracelets.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317229718627956194" border="0" /></a>Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708856676697990169noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066621723742556861.post-85887399509287715642009-03-25T12:24:00.000-07:002009-03-25T13:26:13.796-07:00Countdown & So Busy!With two shows coming up in the next three weeks, it seems like all I do is paint and sleep. Ha! I only <span style="font-style: italic;">wish</span>. I still have to do everything else in between the painting and sleeping. But here are two boxes I've been working on. This is a much larger size box than I normally work on, so there was actually a lot of painting involved for these ones. They took a lot longer than I had expected and I'm going to have to ask a higher price for them. I dunno. Would anyone pay $200 for a box? Guess I'll find out.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis2QmKVDG-9V46scIGPoGkO6drmeK6tK91k37mrNC3fC1XgDIbHKZMUioUv88B8xIyK7Vm-WwNjAfFWZpOeqV31X9b3_Z0H7iavLVLh0O8hJU0cjXrz6hTR7DOXAHXvpD3tGAWRNLnn1n6/s1600-h/geishaboxLR.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis2QmKVDG-9V46scIGPoGkO6drmeK6tK91k37mrNC3fC1XgDIbHKZMUioUv88B8xIyK7Vm-WwNjAfFWZpOeqV31X9b3_Z0H7iavLVLh0O8hJU0cjXrz6hTR7DOXAHXvpD3tGAWRNLnn1n6/s200/geishaboxLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317209896688531218" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUHyJplPPJxEgFbZE7N9EwcNPe9Lcqnu8QNwq_7ThyphenhyphenR_0emJgZQ53yuvfM8M2iecX4IOfy_C4qHzazqMpIGPIN-bYuahegUbizoe49nmyNZwv-HxuQv8-kL2QlpHEjsC88Yqf7ignZtpbi/s1600-h/sirenaboxLR.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUHyJplPPJxEgFbZE7N9EwcNPe9Lcqnu8QNwq_7ThyphenhyphenR_0emJgZQ53yuvfM8M2iecX4IOfy_C4qHzazqMpIGPIN-bYuahegUbizoe49nmyNZwv-HxuQv8-kL2QlpHEjsC88Yqf7ignZtpbi/s200/sirenaboxLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317210092467018402" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Sometimes I get bored painting the same old stuff so I like to throw something in that's a bit different. It's usually a copycat of something like this cute little Octopus Girl that is similar to a painting in the Disneyland Haunted Mansion. I've always dug on the artwork in the haunted mansion...it's fun and a bit warped. Although I was a bit disturbed to realize that she actually looks like a Brats Doll. I didn't like her so much after that.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbHpIPTaW5QSyx8DaJNCELC5YqNnL1SBTtfDezLCtx48Rqf-SV2ACSN4K32TUlZDcLZ6YkGxHz8S_BWZ71O_KfVG-8ogWGOdHdI6sC8M2fj8toIWjdxwaOzx9l0-rm5uwHGj-qt3IpreHI/s1600-h/octopusgirlLR.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbHpIPTaW5QSyx8DaJNCELC5YqNnL1SBTtfDezLCtx48Rqf-SV2ACSN4K32TUlZDcLZ6YkGxHz8S_BWZ71O_KfVG-8ogWGOdHdI6sC8M2fj8toIWjdxwaOzx9l0-rm5uwHGj-qt3IpreHI/s200/octopusgirlLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317210753287707698" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I've been working on decoupaging a lot of my original art prints. The originals for all of these prints were sold last year, but I love to still use them in my decoupaged plaques & candles too. I just don't believe in keeping any of my own artwork. I have tons of art from artists that I admire, but not one piece of my own art hangs in my home. Weird, huh?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd9E4WSRnAsNIcYYM0rOjhRuGkZPljOLWVummsqLdWOW_DFRkPNow6-LxpHlbaryy3sHMgKY5nESrn-SvcahUMivV96XvQjtmdpqZ_IbmIGdoKrlisYUezoiKQS-3q5yeFmwXoQHpA-u7a/s1600-h/plaques.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 89px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd9E4WSRnAsNIcYYM0rOjhRuGkZPljOLWVummsqLdWOW_DFRkPNow6-LxpHlbaryy3sHMgKY5nESrn-SvcahUMivV96XvQjtmdpqZ_IbmIGdoKrlisYUezoiKQS-3q5yeFmwXoQHpA-u7a/s200/plaques.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317212752072982898" border="0" /></a><br /><br />These are my sacred heart/amor eterno boxes and are my original design. Using a blend of polymer clay, textured paints & lots of highlighting & darkening effects, I've come up with these boxes & plaques that are totally unique. I'm hoping they'll sell as well as they always do! I need to pay the mortgage next month. jeje<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaMiSfPQwhFabmPV7hYSS-Modd99EG_MYkBemUAUEd5FBlM2F-mpwgMjbfcv1cHRUtApG1pJdKkPwn-WjV6ccy10VeK6O27SlRHY3-szO0oyC7McktQ0SAVmuYqdY-YpvzLfzr2JeF_6H0/s1600-h/amoreternoboxes.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 190px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaMiSfPQwhFabmPV7hYSS-Modd99EG_MYkBemUAUEd5FBlM2F-mpwgMjbfcv1cHRUtApG1pJdKkPwn-WjV6ccy10VeK6O27SlRHY3-szO0oyC7McktQ0SAVmuYqdY-YpvzLfzr2JeF_6H0/s200/amoreternoboxes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317213352242762722" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And then of course there are mermaid mirrors, Catrina paintings (only this one isn't Catrina...she's Miss Sunny and her dog Daisybones). Daisy was the name of my first dog. She was a handmedown beagle and as sweet natured as her name. Despite a flatulence problem. Miss Sunny's dress is based on Sunny Baudelaire's dress from A Series of Unfortunate Events. I love the costumes in that movie and had a plan to make a whole series of paintings using variations of those costumes...but well...I just ran out of time.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaz-Zbv69H3QMJdChUE2vvJxsmTB-tFwvJokyWRFcGqmKJnrI_oN0Y1bl3KKm9CJG_Q6tm9uPQoMRzDpHdTMTF5Nzjyu_ry5j2BRUeIvauB3mzG1-8tYlsI2gxjeAihzVJyDT67EJAqckW/s1600-h/sirenas.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 165px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaz-Zbv69H3QMJdChUE2vvJxsmTB-tFwvJokyWRFcGqmKJnrI_oN0Y1bl3KKm9CJG_Q6tm9uPQoMRzDpHdTMTF5Nzjyu_ry5j2BRUeIvauB3mzG1-8tYlsI2gxjeAihzVJyDT67EJAqckW/s200/sirenas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317214330107747362" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe-yM3jbEO3e3jKvlRVNUYxNFpjRK4vQ_c8KevXYqY8KnjAkxUFJI5EuwQJU-ZRKlJw9dScmN3bzazwsxljECRkxUXycUvhbXyYUVbrunJQrMJD1JCBM2C1shvTpRwydLmyX3UMEEzLVvd/s1600-h/miss_sunny.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe-yM3jbEO3e3jKvlRVNUYxNFpjRK4vQ_c8KevXYqY8KnjAkxUFJI5EuwQJU-ZRKlJw9dScmN3bzazwsxljECRkxUXycUvhbXyYUVbrunJQrMJD1JCBM2C1shvTpRwydLmyX3UMEEzLVvd/s200/miss_sunny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317214386555245618" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This nicho de Guadalupe was a commission piece and was recently delivered to California to a very happy customer. It is always a big sigh of relief when a commission piece is finished and the customer is pleased with the outcome. It's not really my preference to do commissions but it's sometimes a necessary evil. The only time I'll really turn down is a commission is if the customer is asking me to do something really off the wall like a Tuscan landscape or a rosy cheeked cherub (yeah I've been asked to paint those!). Come on...if you can't see that bleached white bones and death grins are my <span style="font-style: italic;">thing</span>, then I've gotta say uh...sorry no...I'm simply swamped with orders!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL4g7cKHlY4xinZtORhdq6XPF6IVBqc9zJzbe6uazBIerl6JEQu0ullHx2KWPwn2mOcUAy3Fal_GfJmlWwNA6VYA35ai3lBh1lwQNuMYtw04ge6cZUDaLZueHyjjACQilRMN_IDfr9w0Z0/s1600-h/denise2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL4g7cKHlY4xinZtORhdq6XPF6IVBqc9zJzbe6uazBIerl6JEQu0ullHx2KWPwn2mOcUAy3Fal_GfJmlWwNA6VYA35ai3lBh1lwQNuMYtw04ge6cZUDaLZueHyjjACQilRMN_IDfr9w0Z0/s200/denise2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317216943385095586" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Fortunately I've been so busy that I haven't had much time for eating. Go figure that one! Well except late at night when my stomach is making so much noise that I swear if I look down at it I will see something alive and moving in there. I've lost a steady 2.5 lbs. a week for the past three weeks in a row. I wish I could say it's noticeable and everyone is saying "Wow Pam you look great are you losing weight?" But nope. I just have to be patient with my stubborn 48 year old hysterectomized body. In any case, I feel pretty darn good. And we're going out to eat tonight at Pei Wei in El Paso! Owned by PFChangs but so much cheaper...same food less bucks...my kinda place. I plan on eating 25 of my allotted 32 WW points tonight on one bowl of Dan Dan noodles with spicy chicken. Geez I've missed chinese food! And then I'm dropping off my husband and the little squirt at the Walk with the Dinosaurs show while me and my eldest beauty are headed to the mall for a little splurge spending at Torrid. Yeah man...life is good!Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708856676697990169noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066621723742556861.post-28211930332622790932009-03-15T17:42:00.000-07:002009-03-15T18:25:33.573-07:00It's Showtime!My custom made skirt is finished! It is simply fabulous and the pictures do it no justice! I commissioned my friend & seamstress artist extraordinaire Guenevere McMahon to make a unique article of clothing that I can wear to my art shows and using a blend of vintage & batik printed fabrics, she has created a bright colorful and one-of-a-kind wearable work of art. Check out the appliqued sacred heart details...it's so <span style="font-style: italic;">me</span>!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFB8GDhZMfqcZLEBVnT830iL4e4r-nJiJdvfwU-9-QWR07SpwcmkxaHPCa8Msb9L9UsJKo_J-lyo9HJx-u9luU7pCCuh9Ttypy4hVEctKf28entopkP5hpfWUXbRK1lwKEja_43bRz-mBm/s1600-h/skirtart.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 228px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFB8GDhZMfqcZLEBVnT830iL4e4r-nJiJdvfwU-9-QWR07SpwcmkxaHPCa8Msb9L9UsJKo_J-lyo9HJx-u9luU7pCCuh9Ttypy4hVEctKf28entopkP5hpfWUXbRK1lwKEja_43bRz-mBm/s200/skirtart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313583240731579810" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK-ZTYUttfQJkVBeaTMPDbV8a-7cdyOoI5-E4_mTWB5BE6XYRGzfXRezWpB5OTkmRb3H7aI5y1qL9Oq3umoYkohcfPFAntvaz4txcPGaI0V3ebnyRNYcJR9pYReM6pk44CjGvj1zw4du0p/s1600-h/skirtdetail3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK-ZTYUttfQJkVBeaTMPDbV8a-7cdyOoI5-E4_mTWB5BE6XYRGzfXRezWpB5OTkmRb3H7aI5y1qL9Oq3umoYkohcfPFAntvaz4txcPGaI0V3ebnyRNYcJR9pYReM6pk44CjGvj1zw4du0p/s200/skirtdetail3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313583956075845490" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-x1-Ina-HPH9xV-JKELjFCT6p2F5n6iNaTAGDxcYgN_RHydBkP1bUvytQ7v3tir7LYVW0ihlTC8sTC4C_BP5i1ybxgmP6YHOjK4yENA6paKVWwMQHu6whpI6xIquNk6z56u-a3pt8fxCC/s1600-h/skirtdetail1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-x1-Ina-HPH9xV-JKELjFCT6p2F5n6iNaTAGDxcYgN_RHydBkP1bUvytQ7v3tir7LYVW0ihlTC8sTC4C_BP5i1ybxgmP6YHOjK4yENA6paKVWwMQHu6whpI6xIquNk6z56u-a3pt8fxCC/s200/skirtdetail1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313583883041025026" border="0" /></a><br />If you have the time, please check out her <a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5051510">etsy</a> shop. All of her items are handmade with incredible attention to detail. The purses & bags are completely her design and you won't find anything else like them. <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Thank you Gen!</span><br /><br />Here are a few new works for San Antonio. I have been so busy working for the Bernalillo show creating my lower end decoupage items, but I've felt a strong urge to paint nuestra Senora. So here are a few:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBWNu9pZ8RJZxBhu1YsEDaUNzkvjjfMB7xuECLC4hnfTA40AdUjqDDa_fY2zqhCM9-mCKrk_ioHLL3yy-jr5iG3cCqFr8A3H3AelKmWtrG5tZkU06Q4NPkCLuHSD18F4WBR1rcZsmelVqa/s1600-h/dolorosa.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBWNu9pZ8RJZxBhu1YsEDaUNzkvjjfMB7xuECLC4hnfTA40AdUjqDDa_fY2zqhCM9-mCKrk_ioHLL3yy-jr5iG3cCqFr8A3H3AelKmWtrG5tZkU06Q4NPkCLuHSD18F4WBR1rcZsmelVqa/s200/dolorosa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313585224082663122" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVL1OCF9-fgiHAIubablwbQIl_B-MbGAlBrsOoxQKlD1wj5Ks0Tr4EEtkuvgqJd8BciTfhyphenhyphennoYN5NtDxFuRkJ87SSA5TSqEGnBLBDTGx_bDGRyVWAFpkwsyErVvE9ZDk3HlwmauPeTG486/s1600-h/brownguadalupe.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVL1OCF9-fgiHAIubablwbQIl_B-MbGAlBrsOoxQKlD1wj5Ks0Tr4EEtkuvgqJd8BciTfhyphenhyphennoYN5NtDxFuRkJ87SSA5TSqEGnBLBDTGx_bDGRyVWAFpkwsyErVvE9ZDk3HlwmauPeTG486/s200/brownguadalupe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313585048431290354" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnlDPKChXAIENfzvTvd6sXfXpBuBhQmsTDRcN7QCrhern1HjZ6YJMMWn2pOuJUHmCDL8LHRleN3MOWsYUIDt-KMp1XKpyQBA-5tmZZq2uVTmufb8AXrncp3SEFD_UXYCwSjgXY96zLFaD_/s1600-h/pomegranateguad.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnlDPKChXAIENfzvTvd6sXfXpBuBhQmsTDRcN7QCrhern1HjZ6YJMMWn2pOuJUHmCDL8LHRleN3MOWsYUIDt-KMp1XKpyQBA-5tmZZq2uVTmufb8AXrncp3SEFD_UXYCwSjgXY96zLFaD_/s200/pomegranateguad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313585136121165890" border="0" /></a>The first one is my traditional Dolorosa in black in gold. The second one I was really pleased with how unique this retablo it came out. Here I have all the components of her dress painted as separate pieces throughout the retablo. The last retablo has a bit of inspiration from spanish colonial styled retablos with lots of vines and pomegranates.<br /><br />And on a personal note...I've lost 24 lbs. since starting Weight Watchers on January 18th! Sometimes it's so overwhelming thinking about how far I have to go...but I realize that I just have to put it into perspective and take it day by day. Learning how to pace myself has been hard. I have up and down days...last night was a really tough one but I managed to stay on program. I'm still on program today but I've wanted to stray off. The one thing that keeps me from doing that...is the fear that I might not get back on program if I do. I might be able to get back on program immediately, or it might take me years. I wish I could say that it was about self control, but I don't believe that self control has a thing to do with weight problems. Food is an addiction. It's not a choice despite what many people believe. Nobody <span style="font-style: italic;">wants</span> to be fat. It's true that I choose to make bad food choices, but I feel that I am drawn to make those choices by a physical/emotional need. It's no different than being an alcoholic or a drug addict. And in some ways it's a lot more painful. Society tends to be more forgiving to the drug/alcohol addict, but fat people are scorned and looked down upon because our addiction is much more<span style="font-style: italic;"> visible</span>. Trying to stay on program is the hardest thing I've ever had to do.Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708856676697990169noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066621723742556861.post-54070396500260094612009-03-11T14:06:00.000-07:002009-03-11T14:36:44.994-07:00SkeletonsIn the past several years that I've been painting, I have found that I am repeatedly being drawn to Day of the Dead themed paintings aka skeleton art. I used to do a variety of subjects, all inspired by my Mexican culture background, but I find that painting calaveras (skeletons) are my very favorite thing to do. When I paint them it just makes me happy and I find myself looking forward to the expression that will eventually emerge on that little skull head. Weird I know. I've had a lot of people ask me why I enjoy painting skeletons so much and honestly, the answer is a lot more deep than I care to share with anyone. So since blogs are for spillin' yer guts out all over the virtual world wide web, here goes.<br />Skeletons are non judgemental. Skeletons will never win beauty pageants. They are not sorted out by class according to their body size, skin color, gender or sexual orientation. Skeletons are dead and the trivial things that mattered in life, (money & beauty) just don't matter anymore. Skeletons just wanna have a good time.<br />I live in a world where I am too often judged because of the way I look. My weight has been a deciding factor on my quality as a human being to many people I've come across. I have had to endure horrid insults and comments thrown at me by an insensitive and intolerant society for most of my life. On the day after I came home from burying my brother, I had a stranger at the market ask me "Hey do you want a diet pizza?" as he walked away laughing at his clever little joke on the fat girl. I wish I had been numb enough to have not felt anything.<br />So how do I respond the next time somebody asks me why I paint skeletons as all those reasons go through my head? This is how. I look up and smile ever so sweetly and say "I paint skeletons because they're fun!"Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708856676697990169noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066621723742556861.post-27883219419684791252009-02-24T14:15:00.000-08:002009-02-24T14:24:52.775-08:00An ObservationWhat makes one artist think they excel above all other artists? I just do NOT get it! And it frustrates me. There are so many wonderful artists in this town. All different. Most of them unique. Quite a few are copycats but I still believe that two people can create the same work of art and yet they'll both come out different. I don't ever rate my artwork as being "better" than anybody else. And yet I see other so-called artist do it all the time. I have been snubbed by many people who have named themselves "true artists." Perhaps because they have enough money to sustain themselves and the free time to create art at whim. Perhaps because they carry a BFA or an MFA degree and feel that their degree entitles them to tell other artists how they should live their lives. I wish I had the time to become a "true artist." But I have a family and I have to earn an income to help pay our mortgage. So yes I will do things that are not truly original works of art, but are much more likely to sell at an art show. I wish I had a degree in art but truth is, school was never my strong point and I never had the desire. That might change one day, but for now I am learning more trying to break into the art field than I ever would in a classroom. So many ugly little people here in this little town with ugly little attitudes. And all I can do is shake my head and know that I will never ever behave like that.Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708856676697990169noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066621723742556861.post-11043332451113803382009-02-22T11:11:00.000-08:002009-02-22T11:26:07.125-08:00Working Hard & Trying to Stay FocusedThings haven't been easy. I'm on a weight loss journey and I've hit some really rocky times. I'm working hard but the rewards have been few and far in between. It's hard to stay focused on losing weight, and it's even harder to stay focused on creating art. But I don't have any more time to whine. I have two shows in April and I really want them both to be successful. I also have a friend of mine who is an incredibile seamstress...and truth is I hate using the word seamstress because it's far too mundane of a description for the work this woman does...she is truly an artist extraordinaire. In all aspects. And I've hired her to make me a wearable work of art skirt to wear for my shows. I can't wait! I'll post pics when it's finished!<br /><br />More originals that I've finished up for San Antonio! I'm starting on a commission order for a Guadalupe nicho. I've decided to go with a pomegranate motif. Pomegranates represent amazing things. Fertility. Life. Rebirth. It's been said that the gown of the original Guadalupe is decorated in flowers that are very similar to pomegranates, so I think that design will go perfect on this nicho. This is not a fully original nicho, I'm using a decoupaged image of Guadalupe...but the rest of it will be hand painted. I'll post pics as it progresses. Enough for now. I have three large pieces that I've just primered and are waiting for color! Hasta luego amigos!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDjUgFlRXU5JjIGqwUBmHsiJndJutQjgHFDEMQ6SW3gSw5DLYsa9mYM306DKFcwBFwEzdutrUsFJoLL1ktc2u2aFrQrAI3Zu3OY9k7IovSrl8v1klzKkIz1CNFTbw5b6jE3LnkiLZ8IUes/s1600-h/new3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDjUgFlRXU5JjIGqwUBmHsiJndJutQjgHFDEMQ6SW3gSw5DLYsa9mYM306DKFcwBFwEzdutrUsFJoLL1ktc2u2aFrQrAI3Zu3OY9k7IovSrl8v1klzKkIz1CNFTbw5b6jE3LnkiLZ8IUes/s200/new3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305705120041447842" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnuCzvezmgBc6bjMRw9RGGMvKB8bAOfL_1wdluUV7kFtWb3xnHHsmlync-97CVNXlOyBsROHejhizgoXJP1LLvjBzf7KZ29ZgDZbzIuqq8tI7t-ItUtRDEmNNOX5zCAN72e1DQE_Kx6C1A/s1600-h/new1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnuCzvezmgBc6bjMRw9RGGMvKB8bAOfL_1wdluUV7kFtWb3xnHHsmlync-97CVNXlOyBsROHejhizgoXJP1LLvjBzf7KZ29ZgDZbzIuqq8tI7t-ItUtRDEmNNOX5zCAN72e1DQE_Kx6C1A/s200/new1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305702205339053170" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOjBQ1Y6ddbPzIXwSMjrneaL9Wd8Gta_RDDdtN6EHe8zVfIzRf0e7mOenufErP3hXI5gbMPFKCFDZp8V5Iren1_-3uLozcnA9Cbc5cBbL8zLDkp4bKP6T9yEotgM8WtJyC2yO3Tg27hAt6/s1600-h/new5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOjBQ1Y6ddbPzIXwSMjrneaL9Wd8Gta_RDDdtN6EHe8zVfIzRf0e7mOenufErP3hXI5gbMPFKCFDZp8V5Iren1_-3uLozcnA9Cbc5cBbL8zLDkp4bKP6T9yEotgM8WtJyC2yO3Tg27hAt6/s200/new5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305702613443792274" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifVocJh4zDZ4oIWlzfG6B-RWAA2VLTZFPOobtE4N3im_OpNCko50L6Jk8sQTd7sXfAKfmcWxvY0gDIhItirwkS1VgkjD2WHplfuo4r2RDiEW8w-GOWHFF5vmuUu1-3nK0EmxlkJtymYWXS/s1600-h/new4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifVocJh4zDZ4oIWlzfG6B-RWAA2VLTZFPOobtE4N3im_OpNCko50L6Jk8sQTd7sXfAKfmcWxvY0gDIhItirwkS1VgkjD2WHplfuo4r2RDiEW8w-GOWHFF5vmuUu1-3nK0EmxlkJtymYWXS/s200/new4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305702515206294562" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFqNlBqR-R1GS1Zz8OMepD00L_pZ2PCBh6gK74bssMDy5yTXvQdudIcbM1WyB2tZNPBxBvbL2sb3823s24kDm9JSq-T6nKlv1Dyf9krzksFsgjEG7yw-Vln9PMO6D7239A8hJpiIqVaYCc/s1600-h/new2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFqNlBqR-R1GS1Zz8OMepD00L_pZ2PCBh6gK74bssMDy5yTXvQdudIcbM1WyB2tZNPBxBvbL2sb3823s24kDm9JSq-T6nKlv1Dyf9krzksFsgjEG7yw-Vln9PMO6D7239A8hJpiIqVaYCc/s200/new2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305702288871163058" border="0" /></a>Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708856676697990169noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066621723742556861.post-70475396803430308372009-02-11T12:30:00.000-08:002009-02-11T12:46:40.352-08:00Back On TrackSan Antonio Fiesta Arts Fair is just around the corner! Time has flown and my inventory has shrunk. The work has been going rather slow for a variety of reasons, but it's time to get my butt into gear! The paintings that I've just finished have a theme. For some reason Mardi Gras is in my head and I've decided to roll with that theme to create what I feel are some really rockin' paintings! I have one more that I'm working on and should finish by this weekend. Then it's on to mermaids. I went ahead and signed up for another show in April. Could be a mistake and I might be putting myself under too much stress, but actually we could really use the extra dinero it might bring in, so I'm goin' for it. It's a new show. I don't know that the attendance will be good since new shows are questionable. It's up in Bernalillo which is just outside of Albuquerque. It's a Dia de Los Muertos show...yeah kinda early I know...but then in my mundo it's Dia de Los Muertos everyday! jeje I figure I'll crank out some decoupaged mirrors, boxes, candles and a few new originals too. But I'm betting on the lower priced items for this show. And then only one week after that it's off to San Antonio. Here's hoping that awful cold I have right now is at the end and I can get back<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd2cR3aESacfyhN7oCmwxwWflWyU21Gx-X1aI2NMZNQlw2r51_ZwwFUu15BvLcbMVU1u4GvMih1JCjHK-DlbpBR-SvL9br7bQ4wGUsEBwz-d2QAaxY0Uge1RWVyINRQV8hkEUqsgYq0L8L/s1600-h/purple1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd2cR3aESacfyhN7oCmwxwWflWyU21Gx-X1aI2NMZNQlw2r51_ZwwFUu15BvLcbMVU1u4GvMih1JCjHK-DlbpBR-SvL9br7bQ4wGUsEBwz-d2QAaxY0Uge1RWVyINRQV8hkEUqsgYq0L8L/s200/purple1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301643849373664930" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDtk7EX6uLEIaUTd9srVz2NbFQsYAtD1DnnTc3VJXTrlUjXp54afgzJ-UJa-PuTsZUe42rTtes5DuWoibkwUG3abkNFNM6TBFzx3ZUv1nK6xxI9X9s_83QNQ4_LXkme_4V1_zLvjipBzuA/s1600-h/purple2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDtk7EX6uLEIaUTd9srVz2NbFQsYAtD1DnnTc3VJXTrlUjXp54afgzJ-UJa-PuTsZUe42rTtes5DuWoibkwUG3abkNFNM6TBFzx3ZUv1nK6xxI9X9s_83QNQ4_LXkme_4V1_zLvjipBzuA/s200/purple2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301641324226679154" border="0" /></a> to work. My painting hand is antsy!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmq0H3VlP0oUb6eTnpDLkLx7YdxBvCHIPW3HaKStmwbaqfCXOKm16goVPYZlYlUdVb81QMN97CbkFKCq7XhuXSSvJA5pgr58LeWYBq1OTtU5WWLNuPoJ1ebmDLZ-arYgO2r8pNswE3QIyP/s1600-h/peacock1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmq0H3VlP0oUb6eTnpDLkLx7YdxBvCHIPW3HaKStmwbaqfCXOKm16goVPYZlYlUdVb81QMN97CbkFKCq7XhuXSSvJA5pgr58LeWYBq1OTtU5WWLNuPoJ1ebmDLZ-arYgO2r8pNswE3QIyP/s200/peacock1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301641065466624594" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpyTC-e-Ms0sBErDH_sxwMZmyX5h4_tMAIZbzJJSqCBvuNNIdjg6dIIvoiOsH4xdlzyMv5G6uvHR4dkQcXGNaAemU-pVV8mqorngTDqpGIWZUMzdaD-OWZXbaB1QAs-PqHR_e4ibcxvZQf/s1600-h/peacock2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpyTC-e-Ms0sBErDH_sxwMZmyX5h4_tMAIZbzJJSqCBvuNNIdjg6dIIvoiOsH4xdlzyMv5G6uvHR4dkQcXGNaAemU-pVV8mqorngTDqpGIWZUMzdaD-OWZXbaB1QAs-PqHR_e4ibcxvZQf/s200/peacock2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301643710145524050" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip6jMWU0dDxm3HdZ_JlODM3_aPVuIT9ZwFgvsxBHEbHTeyuAuPMLhtVjTC6BShyqXyh9bkLk5WQlgCPzRqgNFJQRIzNcksFpbscse3jhQBwfvpDk5ZhGlxAuphZDiA7Focoso3bnG-A5Tn/s1600-h/red1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip6jMWU0dDxm3HdZ_JlODM3_aPVuIT9ZwFgvsxBHEbHTeyuAuPMLhtVjTC6BShyqXyh9bkLk5WQlgCPzRqgNFJQRIzNcksFpbscse3jhQBwfvpDk5ZhGlxAuphZDiA7Focoso3bnG-A5Tn/s200/red1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301641543811869938" border="0" /></a>Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708856676697990169noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066621723742556861.post-52509593220113315042009-01-02T12:03:00.000-08:002009-01-02T12:33:53.643-08:00It's Been A Bumpy RideThe end of 2008 brought some difficult times for the people in my life. And just when I thought I had made it through the year with relatively little drama! ha.<br />Anyways, it's been hard to get real motivated with original art, so I've worked on my regular decoupaged mirrors and plaques to bring in some extra holiday money. My etsy shop is probably more full right now that it's ever been so if you've gotta few minutes to spare, please stop by...because I sure can use some traffic <a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=56872">thataway</a>!<br /><div style="text-align: left;">These are the only two paintings I did in December. Interesting mix here, huh? I guess it all goes with my errati<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5jRzwt2UwhWKycb4kzmEUTtvGzENnACPuhljp8TsVkyCD_PBKIOm5dkK0z6fcKx2DP7_YsT1aLX4XQh4YO7-UDZr20zeA2ilgkT4Y32MV1E9oXjQKehWjCv8Gcwloim-pUxBiO5CTE5Nx/s1600-h/dolorosablog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5jRzwt2UwhWKycb4kzmEUTtvGzENnACPuhljp8TsVkyCD_PBKIOm5dkK0z6fcKx2DP7_YsT1aLX4XQh4YO7-UDZr20zeA2ilgkT4Y32MV1E9oXjQKehWjCv8Gcwloim-pUxBiO5CTE5Nx/s200/dolorosablog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286794301877930914" border="0" /></a>c emotions and merciless hot flashes.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJSnguZoq4y0_pYtCBuZGK9GUMNDGAapEpGxU-ifqbH-WKnlKL3KSN3JGyNxCqpnj4333rUCDmsmSVXhL_N3NuZxI497Pv4RO-mMh-eG6fPwMw-AbdL83xU-Vu2-f6KytaTGTwg0deDQZr/s1600-h/ritacalavera.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJSnguZoq4y0_pYtCBuZGK9GUMNDGAapEpGxU-ifqbH-WKnlKL3KSN3JGyNxCqpnj4333rUCDmsmSVXhL_N3NuZxI497Pv4RO-mMh-eG6fPwMw-AbdL83xU-Vu2-f6KytaTGTwg0deDQZr/s200/ritacalavera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286793941719526690" border="0" /></a> hmm.<br /><br />On the left is one of my favorite images La Dolorosa. She's done in black and gold which apparently has become a habit for me. I tried to do her in beautiful rich shades of reds and blues but to no avail. I just didn't like it. It seems that black and gold are the only things that work in my head.<br />Next to her is the flaming redhead Rita Hayworth...calavera style of course. I enjoy painting these whimsical images and for some reason the actual painting just seems to flow so smoothly. I finished Rita up in about two hours, but the Dolorosa took me a couple of days. Is my head trying to tell me something?<br />We did find out that the San Antonio Show I'm vending at in April runs at the same time as San Antonio's citywide Fiesta time. Which to me means...more people...more potential contacts and customers! Not to mention the fact that the more I read about San Antonio, the more I want to visit. Since the whole family is going, we'll be doing the whole touristy thing. But my husband and I are very interested in the actual history of the town and it's occupants. So if anyone has any suggestions, please head 'em this way!<br />Okay I'm off to the airport to go pick up my daughter who has been visiting family in California for the past two weeks. I'll be glad to have her back home. I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday season and let's pray for a healthy happy 2009! Felicidades!<br /></div>Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708856676697990169noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066621723742556861.post-62885529385281868632008-12-15T07:33:00.000-08:002008-12-15T08:18:25.481-08:00It Ain't Easy!Being an artist is probably the hardest job I've ever had. Well no, scratch that. Being a mom is the hardest job. But this artist business sure runs a close second. This is a hard working job that is not only a physical drain, but an emotional one too. When I am setting up a table full of art, along with the wood and paint goes a part of myself. No matter how frivolous my art may seem to the passerby, it was done from the heart and usually with a story somewhere in the back of mind. I paint a little bit of my own self into each painting and it's not something that I can ever take back. Most of the time the feedback I get from strangers is positive. Compliments and giggles are the favorite emotions evoked from potential customers. But every so often I get an invisible crackling smack across the face from some insensitive people who think that because my work is for public sale, then that makes it fair game for public insult. It used to upset me to the point of tears when I would get a cruel comment or rude reaction from the public. I had a woman once come to my table and tell me that I should not be allowed to sell at the farmer's market and that she would never buy an<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKosEWirYEyXWq_eYSeyTYh7bwBpCaVMpNNrvzr_k3grwnpjcNCkBESxADA4FS4PmPgwS0X7fzHSQQ2VYbNSd3p-4nKXJ5fX9FzRmgUdqgGJF9vDEMotcj-0ZKbGmF-q3B50jRMRMdijkq/s1600-h/brokencolumnLR.bmp"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKosEWirYEyXWq_eYSeyTYh7bwBpCaVMpNNrvzr_k3grwnpjcNCkBESxADA4FS4PmPgwS0X7fzHSQQ2VYbNSd3p-4nKXJ5fX9FzRmgUdqgGJF9vDEMotcj-0ZKbGmF-q3B50jRMRMdijkq/s200/brokencolumnLR.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280045256592045666" border="0" /></a>ything from my table. The reason for her anger was that I had decoupaged a plaque using the image of Frida Kahlo's "Broken Column" and the woman thought it was inappropriate to display nudity in public. If she had bothered to get past her own ignorant assumptions, she would have known that Kahlo's painting has nothing to do with lewdness or nudity. I tried in vain to explain this, but of course this woman could only see with her eyes. I don't mind when somebody doesn't understand the work I choose to use in my own artwork, but to blindly make accusations and not even bother asking "why" is beyond my understanding.<br />And then there was this great day when I heard "I've always passed your table up because I thought they (my artwork) were cheap Mexican imports." Hm. Obviously she hadn't shopped in Mexico lately because she'd find that their "cheap" products aren't so cheap anymore. Another time I was setting up for the celebration of Diez y Seis de Septiembre (the 16th of September is Mexican Independence Day). There was a couple walking by and looking at the decorated plaza then glancing down at my table as the woman asked the man "what is all this stuff?" to which he replied "I dunno...some Mexican imported shit." Wait. Huh? Did I suddenly turn to stone? Because was he speaking like I...didn't exist? On another day as I was talking with a fellow artist in front of her booth, there was a group of tourists who walked up to her table and the man...you know the type...the obnoxious type of man who thinks it's cute to hand feed a shark from his fishing boat...this man walks up to my friends table and bellows out..."hey...hey...look here...pick out the ugliest thing you can find on this table! hahaha!" Wait. Huh? Did we suddenly become invisible as he chose to not only loudly insult my friends artwork but to also make fun of it right in her face as if she had no feelings at all? And then there was the lovely weekend in Casa Grande Arizona where I made the bad decision of trying to sell at the Bluegrass Jamboree Festival. I figured hey I love Bluegrass music so why not try and make a few bucks there too! Supposedly this was a venue open only to artists of handmade crafts and goods. End result? I sold $40 bucks of merchandise and the vendors next to me (really nice folks from South Dakota who sold Made in China (yeah I saw the stickers) resin figurines of things like singing frogs, fishing bears and dogs in tutus) completely sold out. Lesson learned. Never sell at anything with the name Bluegrass or Jamboree in it.<br />I could probably write a book on the negative experiences I've had selling my own artwork, but truth is the positive far outweigh the negative. And although it can be hard not letting that one ugly splat on the wall get me down, I find that I still go home everyday and look forward to putting another piece of my heart down for posterity. Man...gotta love this life! jejePamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708856676697990169noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066621723742556861.post-205247644877102212008-12-12T14:45:00.000-08:002008-12-12T15:01:15.714-08:00Next Show: Fiesta Arts Faire 2009 San Antonio TexasAbout 125 artist vendor spots and open to the whole country and I made it! I was so excited to find out that I have been accepted to this <a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.swschool.org/fiesta_arts_fair.php">well attended juried show</a>! I don't have much energy to start working this month. Things have been difficult on the personal front with my son getting himself into big trouble. It's pretty much been a rollercoaster ride the past week. I try and keep on the upside with the old "things could be worse" and it's true...they could always be worse. I'm lucky that I have the support of my loving husband and family and then as if I couldn't get luckier, well I've got some great friends! Enough of me. Let's talk art!<br />I'm looking forward to receiving a lot of new unifinished wood pieces from Mr. Ernie Bean of Las Cruces this weekend. He is not only the greatest woodworker I've ever met, but he's also my good friend. If any artists out there need some custom made retablos, nichos, plaques, framing, whatever...he's the man for the job. He's the only person I trust with custom orders and get this...his prices are unbelievably low! I always feel guilty about it too. Hit me up if you wanna know more!<br />I'm working on some Christmas presents for friends. My latest fun mirror goes to a friend who babysat our bird while we were up in Santa Fe. I love Nightmare Before Christmas and so does she. So it was a blast to be able to paint something Nightmarish for her! Check it out:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBr0mQliSg-UjTtns7AiUfkJ_469npWNl4J5DFWYvYBhr0l1byGjppLoravsOjdsdfeApeeh15KLXH4l0I328F6gZJpwT7rrz0gv6zTNPv1hHlIZj9F1rWEVAkbx8Gqe-DOdrM3uhwlWta/s1600-h/jackmirror.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBr0mQliSg-UjTtns7AiUfkJ_469npWNl4J5DFWYvYBhr0l1byGjppLoravsOjdsdfeApeeh15KLXH4l0I328F6gZJpwT7rrz0gv6zTNPv1hHlIZj9F1rWEVAkbx8Gqe-DOdrM3uhwlWta/s320/jackmirror.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279041086893966354" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Then there's another project I'm working for but he's not quite done. A calavera groom. Been having a hard time with this one. Sometimes I just can't get the exact image I want and I have to walk away and come back to it later. Well I'm hoping the image will hit me and I'll be able to get it done this weekend. In fact, I have to...it's a commission job!<br />I've been pumping out mirrors for some extra cash for Christmas too. Although my mind has been pretty distracted and my workflow is quite a bit slower than it normally is. Ah well.<br />Enough for now. Have a wonderful weekend everyone!Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708856676697990169noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066621723742556861.post-43838082368538728432008-12-09T11:30:00.000-08:002008-12-09T11:41:14.226-08:00Call For Artists! Hispanic Contemporary Market in Santa Fe July 25th & 26th, 2009Call to all hispanic New Mexican Artists...especially those in the southern part of New Mexico! The jurying process is coming up for this popular well attended show. Entries are being accepted on January 31st 2009 at El Museo Cultural de Santa Fe, exhibit hall C from 9 am to 12 noon. Take three of your best pieces and drop them off, pick them up between 3 pm and 5 pm. Notification of acceptance will be mailed on February 16, 2009.<br /><br />This is a great show that brings in thousands and thousands of art buyers & collectors. It runs at the same time as the Spanish Colonial Market which helps bring us even more potential buyers. We really need southern New Mexico representation at this event. Last year there were only four artists from this area. It's well worth the time and money invested to vend at this market, not to mention the potential for important contacts. C'mon!Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708856676697990169noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066621723742556861.post-4535511244751149032008-11-27T01:06:00.000-08:002008-11-27T01:12:29.792-08:00Last Minute Things<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4haDUSntBF-mNH-ayl7JXyFGMt64LWvTYw5YxxcyfUD0VUpM7bFaHO0yVAZZiGSIa7WN5EdfLvcKIRhcTOSyWCorOs4Z3jesqc3bZqzxzCYxtY6XXBb_GKFb_jX5fyTfIHxe_YBTVvISZ/s1600-h/morenahermosaLR.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4haDUSntBF-mNH-ayl7JXyFGMt64LWvTYw5YxxcyfUD0VUpM7bFaHO0yVAZZiGSIa7WN5EdfLvcKIRhcTOSyWCorOs4Z3jesqc3bZqzxzCYxtY6XXBb_GKFb_jX5fyTfIHxe_YBTVvISZ/s320/morenahermosaLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273262210266046306" border="0" /></a><br />We're headed up to Santa Fe on Friday and feels like I still have a million things to do. Not to mention the fact that I can't seem to stop painting! Still have to pack up the art, myself, color my hair, clean the house, wash clothes, decorate the tree to surprise my little one when she comes home on Sunday...and whatever else I can think of! Wish me luck. We need a good profit from this show or else we're gonna be eating arroz, frijoles and top ramen for the next 3 months! jeje<br />Quick preview of the fun I've been having painting on mirrors:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuIu4g4b6PHxxMSMURvpjhojW06VvKls7rciQZic4jiLcChD02HhIN95r-5QtQA23JELhSUWa8eg-m94XgUNNuu-7nlpIlLPaocUUOCZ5eWlL9vL1_DMXYH-b7gfsNov-PwEKhu1HtfHZB/s1600-h/mirrors2LR.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 279px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuIu4g4b6PHxxMSMURvpjhojW06VvKls7rciQZic4jiLcChD02HhIN95r-5QtQA23JELhSUWa8eg-m94XgUNNuu-7nlpIlLPaocUUOCZ5eWlL9vL1_DMXYH-b7gfsNov-PwEKhu1HtfHZB/s320/mirrors2LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273262615183716594" border="0" /></a>Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708856676697990169noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066621723742556861.post-42510725895074912242008-11-25T18:22:00.001-08:002008-11-25T18:37:18.369-08:00SoliSometimes things hit the heart and sometimes you've just gotta paint...or create...or do whatever it is you need to do to release the pain.<br />I was making a logo girl for my daughter's artwork. Something we can make little cards of and put her jewelry on. I had the logo girl all painted up but was having a really hard time with her face. I painted her face three times but took it off because it just wasn't coming out <span style="font-style: italic;">right</span>. As I sat there looking at my blank faced chica, I realized who the face wanted to be.<br />Soli.<br />Sol was a beautiful woman. Inside and out. I knew her as a little girl and watched her grow into a young adult. She babysat my daughter many times and as my daughter grew older, she and Sol became friends. Sol was killed in a car accident in 2006. I think about her a lot and I'm sure my daughter thinks about her even more.<br />So I painted Sol's face on her and she fit. Perfectly. I love it when things are as they should be. It happens so rarely and makes me only more appreciative when they are.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXJCoJ65fo-O5l9H0W6BOrf1cTaHwHrbERRNQxvSfTORRAvdBhEbzp0YOCIJL0aAYRlMf1AykIIqn2Y5wWcSpAxM7j7n2zJ8PATY6vmBhEaZfRAgrUP7wCR15yQiO1ikvC4yiRuBed2KpX/s1600-h/soli.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXJCoJ65fo-O5l9H0W6BOrf1cTaHwHrbERRNQxvSfTORRAvdBhEbzp0YOCIJL0aAYRlMf1AykIIqn2Y5wWcSpAxM7j7n2zJ8PATY6vmBhEaZfRAgrUP7wCR15yQiO1ikvC4yiRuBed2KpX/s320/soli.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272787781157804434" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1F8me5tkOd8D0r3LblzclS8b84wsDcf61jlZyTCkxLp_X3UxPjU9vPc3ST7Gz1-weSUQ08RUe-KrY3LI1o9qScX_j-Blkx6JyOwCfmN2suBGK_K-pL3qvpnY8yFB2GfJSmy_dOh7tR5CG/s1600-h/SolPanDulce2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1F8me5tkOd8D0r3LblzclS8b84wsDcf61jlZyTCkxLp_X3UxPjU9vPc3ST7Gz1-weSUQ08RUe-KrY3LI1o9qScX_j-Blkx6JyOwCfmN2suBGK_K-pL3qvpnY8yFB2GfJSmy_dOh7tR5CG/s320/SolPanDulce2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272789560577925426" border="0" /></a>Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708856676697990169noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066621723742556861.post-10875969235465448282008-11-20T14:37:00.000-08:002008-11-21T06:47:07.998-08:00Sanctuary! Sanctuary!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXrO9_kKYJ0zgR3nMww4ME0dtdWhbOC06jn5TvSu7qEhRrUgaGU7Zzwm_hLj6-ErrDoZ4Vz2cPmyW6YOVi2BL28XweM3bbAcbM9mUIC_1hV0vNdt1WvV64hMWV7D6pyLAQAHXywt7lEyE7/s1600-h/workspace.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXrO9_kKYJ0zgR3nMww4ME0dtdWhbOC06jn5TvSu7qEhRrUgaGU7Zzwm_hLj6-ErrDoZ4Vz2cPmyW6YOVi2BL28XweM3bbAcbM9mUIC_1hV0vNdt1WvV64hMWV7D6pyLAQAHXywt7lEyE7/s320/workspace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270875511781261682" border="0" /></a><br />Here it is. My workspace. My disaster. My escape. I can watch movies. Listen to music. Put on my little heater or my little evaporative cooler. Lately with major hot flashes it's the cooler that gets the most use. Yeah so maybe I'm spoiled...but it has taken me almost four years to build up this little slice of mess pie...one piece at a time.<br />On the walls are most of the paintings I'm taking to Santa Fe next weekend. With any luck, that wall will be nearly empty when I return. And I'll start all over. I'm hoping that I'll get accepted to the <a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://swschool.org/fiesta_arts_fair_artists.php">San Antonio</a> art show. My SA friends tell me that it's a good one and after reading about it, I agree. But if I'm not accepted, there is another show I'll apply for in Austin. We'll see how it goes.Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708856676697990169noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066621723742556861.post-10658278025707328192008-11-19T19:56:00.001-08:002008-11-21T06:48:12.597-08:00New Items Listed in my Etsy ShopAt last finally! I have new items listed in my<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> </span><a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=56872">etsy</a> shop. If you have a few, take a look!Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10708856676697990169noreply@blogger.com0