The Last Will Be First

In order to know more insight to my work I would love to give you some personal advise up front…just talk to me. I am a terrible blogger. I don’t like marketing. I don’t like exposing myself or whatever project I am working on currently. I don’t feel I have the grit to sustain a product or to keep a “branding” attached to a consistent story. In the age of social media as of 2020 I believe this world may be oversaturated with product pushes. I especially feel with so many formulas that seem to manipulate my Instagram or Facebook feed (Life Coaches, MLM’s, or Aspiring Influencers) I can personally not add to the demise of honest human connection and will contribute reluctantly. Maybe it’s because of my age or maybe perhaps because I sometimes live in Hollywood? I am jaded.

I have been asked many times whether I have a blog about our family’s journey. Our family is unique but it’s not outrageous. We travel with my husband on location for his film projects and I create art while in different environments often taking over the kitchen. I meet many families who do this across the country (Mostly Military, Missionaries, or Linemen Families). This decision however is more a choice that has been made for the preservation of our family rather than just for adventure. I think the reason I have not sat down to write a blog about our current situation is because I have been such a failure of it in the past. Specifically when we moved to Kenya Africa to do a children’s show. I also don’t see the purpose of hashing out my personal thoughts and taking time away from creating art in order to tell what is going on behind the scenes. Many past artists survived without blogging about every intimate detail of their lives. They just lived life, created art, and sustained themselves through their drama. I plan to do just that. There is so much more intrigue in the mystery of the unknown.

Let us see where this goes. Perhaps one blog per collection or maybe a full on exposé of all details from creation to exposition. I honestly just need to focus on the present and can not project what may or may not happen in the future because in two weeks we leave for New Orleans and I have to pack us up for four months on location. It’s not an easy task and absolutely not by any means a glamorous routine. And this is why I am not a good blogger, influencer, salesman, or life coach. I am sure Picasso, Michelangelo, or Caravaggio would have never revealed their personal situation in detail or logistical issues in their process even if they were residing in this new age of constant self-promotion. Yes, they all tooted their own horns but they were seen as a painters, artists, and creators without any other identity or preconceived idea of what that meant besides what they said they were. In this vein I tread lightly with a feeling of fear and trepidation. I don’t want to be interpreted as something I am not or something that I am without the personal insight to know my intimate passion or inspiration. And this can not be communicated often in words but in deed. Something a blog can not entirely capture fully.