My Picasso

The photo above is of a painting that has been traveling around with me for the last eight years.  I bought it at a thrift store (the one on Rock Island and Story) in Irving, while I was living in my first apartment.  People always ask me if i painted it.  I wish.  I call him "My Picasso".  I have no idea who the artist is or when it was painted.  He is a mystery.  Who is the man painted in blue?  Was he a father, a son, a grandfather?  Why did the artist choose blue?  Was this a self portrait?  Why did the artist not sign his work?  All questions without answers.  Most people who look at him find him to be creepy.  I think he is enchanting. When I found this painting, I was living by myself and in my second year of college.  Some might say I was in the middle of "finding myself" during this time.  But, I remember picking the painting up and seeing something more than just a sad face.  It was like it spoke to me.  It may sound corny, but I live for those moments.  I'm not sure why the previous owner threw it out, but how wonderful is it that it ended up in my hands.  So, when I was choosing art to put on our shelf in the living room, I decided the blue man would be perfect! So, I will leave you now with a beautiful quote from a man who knew a thing or two about the color blue.

      “Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.” Pablo Picasso

Rediscovery

So this is my very first blog post! It is sort of liberating, knowing my thoughts are out there for the world to see. I decided to start this blog to help me figure out what it is that i want to do with my life. I know it sounds a little corny, but I feel like I have so many different interests, art being primary, and I need a way to incorporate them all into my life. Having too many interests may sound glamorous and enthralling, but let me tell you, it is crazy. Hence changing my major four times. Hence always having a brand new idea for what I want to do when i grow up. You get the picture. My husband and i recently moved, so i have been going through all of my old pictures/books/crap that I have collected over the years. I came across countless journals that I had started at one point in my life, most with only 10-15 pages of recorded information. After reading through them all, I soon realized that the passion I once had for writing had dwindled over the last five years. Well, maybe my passion has always been there, but I have just been too lazy/busy/tired to give it any attention. So....this is where my blog comes into play. I am going to record my thoughts and express my creativity through writing and taking pictures of the world around me.

This past weekend, a group of us went to experience great food, music, and art at the Denton Arts and Jazz Festival. It is pretty much the most fantastic festival around! Where else can you have a bratwurst in one hand, and a beer in the other, all while looking at amazing art and listening to bagpipes? So, here are a few photos from our neat little adventure!