Yesterday I had a great time with
Katherine Bone and Jean Hovey. We met
for lunch then meandered over to an art shop Jean wanted to show us. And Jean may not consider herself artsy, but
she knows how to pick a store! Yes she
does!
So here we are in this store of
pretty things…paintings, pottery, glass objects and such. I found myself leaving the ladies behind and
entering that place of me and art as I wandered. There was whimsy everywhere and upcycled this
and that. Beautiful woolen bags and
blankets and pillows tossed over a bed. And
then the lights of heaven shown down on me and illuminated the wall of art
before me. It was that moment I was
waiting for, though I didn’t really know it until it happened. There before me was a wall of art just for me
(in theory) like Jean’s Monkey Art was for her.
I was in awe. And I heard bells
ringing in the distance.
Now you have to understand. I didn’t know I needed Monkey Art, had never
even contemplated the idea of it until I saw Jean’s living room walls that
first time we had lunch. But those
Monkey eyes stirred something inside my soul.
They pulled at me and taunted me to find my own. “Go on!
GIT!” They said to me. And I heard them in a distant faraway place
inside my mind. But not until I stood
before this art shop wall did I understand their kick to my behind.
Truly, though (while I’m doling out
the credits list), You are my assistants in this mission of “GIT!”. See, had it not been for these wonderful Southern women
inviting me to join them on the blog and for you the readers pulling at me to
write, I would never have realized the greatness of my own inner art love. I mean, yea, my background is art. We all know that. But I’m talking here about that topic of art that calls to me. Jean is called by her Monkeys, you know. They need her for their story to be told! Well because I have written to y’all about
mine so much lately, I was able to recognize the art that calls me while standing
right there in front of that gleaming art wall yesterday.
So now I am on a mission. I will find my art that calls to me. I have announced this epiphany to my family
and friends and you my peeps. No one can
find this art for me. It is a mission I
must bear on my own so that I may recognize in the eyes of the art itself the
calling it sends to me. And I must pull
it to my home (or paint it myself). And
what is it that calls me to exhibit its whimsy and heartfelt connection between
us two? It is what moves me, you
know. It is…. My GiRLs. My bell wearing, grass eating, meandering
soul GiRLs! MooOOOoooo COWS! Jingle!
Jangle! Can’t you see it
now? Cows laughing! Cows singing!
Cows mooing, chewing, reading and stampeding! Whimsical Seusical Cows for my walls! And the pigs and the chickens sang…..
♪ ♫ ♪ Hallelujah! ♪ ♫♪
Have you ever had monkeys talk to
you? Did they speak country? How about lights shining from heaven…ever
seen that?
