The “value” of insomnia…

Lately I’ve been the proud owner of a stubborn case of insomnia.  I don’t dare complain about it as it’s really one of those good sort of problems to have.  I have been busy with my new venture of curating/organizing these charitable auction galleries and my schedule has been somewhat eclectic and random.  I am used to being in control of the things in my world and this randomness has been playing havoc with my psyche….in a good way.  But as always, I am spending time on peripheral circumstances and not the point I was trying to make.

So…without further adieu…I’ll get on topic.  My insomnia has me waking up around 3am each morning.  It starts with an occasional shift from side to side but by 4am my conscious brain has caught up with the large intuitive Rolodex spinning in my mind and then the fun begins.  I start to think of all the things I have to do that day and start to pre-plan my travels.  I’m also one of those people who has to have a “pre-rehearsal” of the day’s conversations so I feel like I’m ready.  Well, the next thing I know it’s 6am and Aurora begins to work her magic across the sky.  This is where it gets good….

You see from 6am’ish to about 6:45am there is something magical that takes place in my bedroom.  The colors of my abode are butter yellow, steel-blue, with various wood tones and metals.  But during those magical 45 minutes…everything is measured by value alone…no hues…no saturation of color…no atmospheric perspective.  Just value.  The copper mirror is a dark blue grey on the buttery yellow wall that appears light blue grey.  The white mirror is a very light blue grey just like the white linen lampshades that dangle nervously from the high arched dark steel looking arms.  It really is magical and I wonder if that’s what fascinated Mark Tansey as I think of his monochromatic paintings when I experience this.
But after those 45 minutes, or so, the sunlight starts to skew the pigment atoms in my world and it all comes into colorful view so quickly; almost as quickly as the sun sets on the horizon.  Then my blue grey walls turn yellow, my mirrors become copper and white again, and the brown wood tones come into warmth and no longer shades of cool blue.  Just a thought if you’re ever awake when it’s too early to get up.

What I want to be when I grow up…

Hi everyone!

I know I have been away for a while, but I am back.  I had an aunt pass away recently…another voice silenced by cancer.  Death in our family is a double-edged sword.  During the wake, cousins from 5 factions come together in a common bond.  The span of ages, of all these cousins, is about 20 years between the oldest and the youngest.  In my family, I have 18 counsins total.  It’s quite a gathering and there is always a celebration of our childhood involved; sharing stories of my aunt and uncle who are now rejoined somewhere we cannot see.  We talked about all the adventures we had as kids in my grandparent’s tavern named Chuck’s Wagon; laughing about the Charlie Pride or Mac Davis songs on the jukebox, the toaster oven cheeseburgers grandma made us, or the Thanksgiving KFC served on the pool table because grandma forgot to turn on the oven to cook the turkey.  We had so many great times being together every weekend at the tavern.  Can you honestly imagine 15-18 kids every weekend running around a tavern?  It was the best, but I digress.  As fun as the wake evening is (to see everyone and reminisce), the funeral day is crushingly sad because of the loss we all feel.  The loss of our loving aunt and the loss of being those carefree children.    I will miss her.

But another thing that this past week or so has shown me, is how important the fight for cancer is and how the fight must continue.  I have collected artwork to auction off at this year’s Discovery Ball in April.  16 artists, including myself, have donated just under $18,000 of artwork for the event.  I could not be more proud of the work collected.  In this journey I have realized that this is what I am really good at.  I really care about the artists I meet along this path and I am passionate about what they produce and why.  I am also good at business and have interlaced non-profit work throughout my life.  Curating for a cause just seems like a natural direction for me.  I am excited about artwork and just as excited about a good cause.

This blog is to canvas my path after graduation and I would like to curate auction galleries for fundraisers.  Artists have a voice and their voices can be shared to make great changes in this world.  Art should never just decorate a wall, it should always be an extension of the artist’s heart and mind.  It may not scream it’s intentions; often a whisper is just as strong.  We are taking steps forward…