First Friday Art Walk

I woke up this morning for the second time at around ten-thirty. There are a lot of things to miss about starting my weekdays making people's coffee; waking up at five am is not one of them. I gave Mom a call. She was running errands around town- something about a cool little art gallery with a nice lady who LOVED hearing about her daughter's skills because she was looking for a portrait artist.
"Alright Mom, sounds good... Is there any food in the house?"
"No."
"Okay, I'm going back under my rock."
"Okay bye"

...2 minutes later...

"MOM! Someone with a full studio and gallery is looking for a portrait artist?"
"Yes. Come down here."
"............ugh... fine. Can we eat?"

We ate at the best burger place in town. I had a chicken salad sandwich with beer and cheddar soup. Afterwards we approached the cool little art gallery, but it turned out the nice lady eats around noon too. Humph, it's not like I was carrying a large sketch book around or anything. So with time and now sufficient calories to burn, we and my sketchbook checked out a nearby café and vintage clothing shop. The café had a good hazelnut latte. The vintage clothing shop had nothing. Thank God.

When Nice Lady returned, she liked my drawings(including two of Obama I had cranked out the night before) enough to offer me a job on the spot. It's nothing crazy; one day a month at First Friday Art Walk drawing portraits and invitation to do my thing whenever she has an outreach, but STILL. A little money=cool. Practice and exposure, access to a professional, her studio, supplies, and contacts= awesome. Feeling like I'm on the right track... don't really have the words for that one. I'll keep you posted. Grape Fest soooo soooooon YAAAAY!