art tart

How does this sound for a job? Art Exhibition Escort. So far this week 2 artists who I know relatively well, have asked me to escort them to exhibitions.
One is a local exhibition on Picasso the other is an exhibition in London by watercolour artist John White (16th century).I know relatively little about either,though I have been to a few exhibitions on Picasso I've had to read up a bit about John White.
I do enjoy going to these things,if only to bring down the tone a notch or two as I find some of the people that go to these things infuriatingly boring and, well, to put it gently,up their own arses! I've a feeling that the artists who I'm going with tend to find this type of attitude really refreshing and is possibly why they ask me to accompany them,as more often than not I've found that the artists themselves hate going to these things simply because of the supposed officianado's.Sometimes a bit of lightheartedness and jollity is required!
I love art, I appreciate the work and time and love that goes into paintings,sculptures or whatever the subject is. I marvel at the imagination and skill,I wish I could do half of what I've seen but what I hate more than anything is people telling me what it's all about. I like to take my own thoughts on the work but would never imply to know the inner workings of the artists minds,only they know that and half the time you'll find that they themselves don't know,they just liked what was coming out on the canvas,either that or they were pissed!(happens a lot,some of my best work was done accompanied by vodka)
So I'll happily go along and be art totty but I'm warning any 'appreciators of his work' don't approach me telling me how this painting shows me a window into his soul or I'll stick my paintbrush where the sun don't shine.

Dance like nobody's watching

Well what was shaping up to be yet another boring and somewhat lonely weekend turned out not too bad!
On friday when mini me was going to her dad's I had zero plans and was looking with some foreboding to the 48hour stretch without anyone in this big house but me.
When you live in a family home then suddenly it ceases to be one, it can torture the soul with the feeling of emptiness. I feel it needs to have family spirit in it and it's very much lacking, so is not the best place to be of a weekend, especially when all the friends you tend to accumulate over the years of being a couple, are themselves couples and settled and not very often up for a night on the tiles.
So i was somewhat relieved to get a call from the artist who I now regularly model for, asking if I would accompany him to a gallery opening of a protege of his (on the strict condition that I do not accept any invitation to sit for said protege!) We had a lovely and very civilised evening for me I must say, followed by several soda and limes in the beautiful local village pub (the villages in the area I live in are very chocolate box, full of little thatched cottages and pubs with roaring fires complete with sleeping dog)
Friday night complete and just Saturday to go, so not doing too bad so far. I also agreed to a sitting with my artist on Sunday so that was that taken care of too.
Saturday is now here and as I'm working all day in my little shop I have plenty to keep me occupied till tea time and I then get a call from my one and only single friend who knows I hate staying in when I don't have mini me asking if I'd like to meet up with her and some friends. Fan-bloody-tastic.
Until I get out of this house I think every free weekend may feel like this. I hate the opressiveness of it and the memories it evokes, as they are not unhappy ones and that in itself makes me sad for the loss.
So anyway I go out and we have the most amazing night, helped along greatly by several - but not too many vodka's and the presence of the most outrageously funny dancing guy I've seen. Needless to say I was instantly drawn to him as,and DQ will back this up as we both do it, I always dance like nobody's watching. I love dancing but only if I feel relaxed enough to really go for it and generally have as much fun as possible and thankfully I found a kindred spirit. We danced all night together, I found out his name, the fact he was from Newcastle(which partly explained why even though the music wasn't too loud, that i didn't always grasp what he said)
he lives in a plush part of London, what he does for a living and hey presto his phone number.
He made me laugh, alot! And anybody who knows me knows I am a sucker for a guy who can make me laugh.
So we've spoken to each other today, he made me laugh again even though I'm no longer swimming in Vodka, and hopefully I'll be seeing him again soon for more of the same!!