“I recently started working more with my children. I wrote a story and I have asked my son to illustrate it, and I also asked both children if they had any edits or ideas. ”
Riffing on Portlandia, we’ve decided that any charcoal disaster can be solved by “putting a pear on it.” My drawings are full of pears that exist nowhere in the original still life.
if I was out all day shopping for beads, or up late at a show I would often be asked quite sarcastically, “do you even know where you kids are?”
I suspect that lots of writers engage in a similarly optimistic to-do list shuffle, bumping failed or failed-for now projects from calendar to calendar
“there’s something comforting about a bowls mom”
“The previous generation of female artists were often told they couldn’t have kids if they wanted to be successful and I thought that was ridiculous”
Hard to do something when you don’t have the supplies or even know where they are.
I used to be all tied up in “Did I get enough rest,” “Am I hydrated?” “I need to stay quiet today!” and now it’s all, “Do I have any clean underwear?”
It’s hard to wake up earlier in the morning to write when small people are already demanding breakfast at 5am.
This week is a little different. Instead of my regular post, I have an interview with the lovely Reena Spansail. She teaches art to both high school students and to groups of women through Nevada Art Museum’s “Girls Night Out” classes. Additionally, Reena is a wonderful artist in her own right. Here, she reflects on…