The Pelham Art Festival starts tomorrow, and I'm still painting. After I'm done, I'll still have barely enough work to fill the space they will allot me. Even a couple of days ago I was thinking, " Can I possibly do this? Should I back out?" But I made a commitment, even if it means fewer pieces to display. I had about two weeks to put everything together - paintings, business cards, promo handouts. I painted with the baby InchWorm in one arm, cooked with a paintbrush clamped between my teeth, and smeared paint on canvas with my hands to speed things up. Somewhere in between I designed two different business cards and two different promo handouts and then printed the ones DaddyBoy gave his approval to, since I was too bug-eyed by then to tell the difference between "OK" and "Meh".
It's hard to explain how much my life has been impacted by tendinitis. It poses a constant challenge, every day, in the most mundane activities, and until a couple of months ago it was still too hard for me to do anything with a brush or a pen. Going to Houston was good for my hands because it gave me a break from my regular activities, but in a moment of reckless abandon I went and extended my stay. It was only when I got back to Canada that my brain went, "Whoa, what now?"
We'll find out tomorrow!