A wonderful woman was so impressed with my last exhibition that she invited me to speak at golf course about my artwork. I’ve created a grand chat which will inspire and spark possibilities for all.
It’s been a moment since my last share with you. I have been taking care of mom. In previous posts I shared how she had become a quadraplegic. She eventually developed additional health complications which required my full attention. Such care for quadralegic–that’s paralysis of all limbs–does not come with a manual, thus, my absence from here.
But…thru it all, my devotion to my art continued. It’s ease of transport, my crochet needle and yarn, allowed me to engaged through the arduos journey of caring for mom which meant constant emergency room visits, appointments with specialists and long stays in rehab.
I am so pleased to share my artwork helped me to make it through this challenging period. All the work I created while in doctor’s offices and waiting rooms resulted in a spectacular solo art exhibition entitled “Tree-Mendous!”. I dedicated the show to my mother and as life would coincidentally have it, on the last day of the show, its closing, my mother, too, closed. Her journey concluded with the closing of my show dedicated to our tremedously rewarding time together during her last year.
Ahh, the memories…and the joy of total emersion into caring for another while using my art to care for me. Art truly heals.
“The Beginnings” Copyright (c) 2016 Alicia Evans
Capturing “Tree-Mendous!” on video. Enjoy!
Would luv to hear from you. What do you think?
This has been an exciting few months. I’ve been preparing for a solo show in November. I’ve just been selected to be in a juried show in October entitled Conversations in Color. But truly awesome was being interviewed by Newsday, a major New York newspaper. I was interviewed in several sessions over the summer and then determined to be one of four artist to be included in a major feature on artists dedicated to their craft for the long haul.
After a month a chatting with the reporter, the paper sent their photographer to my studio for a photo shoot. While shooting, I discover he’s a PULITZER PRIZE photographer. I am in AWE! He’s world travelled and had just returned from covering the presidential political conventions.
Suddenly, I just had to stop our session when it truly hit me that this truly world travelled photographer who had covered wars, Nelson Mandella, politics and more for decades…was in MY studio shooting my artwork and crocheted jewelry…holy cow! I suddenly loose my quiet professionalism and shift my mode to an unexpected lighter feel:
Me: Uhh, can we stop for a moment?
Photographer, slowly lowering camera, concerned: Is everything alright?
Me: I need to take a ten second break.
Photog: You OK?
Me: I just need a moment to pretend like I’m on the TV game show The PRICE IS RIGHT and they’ve just called my name. ‘Cause that’s how I’m feeling about right now. I’ve just been selected from the audience to win prizes.
Photog, truly perplexed: Huh?…Uhh, OK…go on…
Me, in deep announcer’s voice like from the show: ALICIA EVANS…COME ON DOWN.
I throw my hands up like they do on the show, jump up and give an excited hush-hush scream: I can’t believe it. I have a Pulitizer Prize photographer in my studio, taking pics of lil ole me…YES! YES!
The photographer is stunned. He’s laughing, about to drop his camera and realizes he has a crazy behind comediene on hand. He’s starts chuckling out loud.
I slowly go back to my seat, pose and say all professional, as if nothing just happened, smooth down my clothing and say, “OK…let’s get back to the shoot”.
He continues to chuckle while shooting.
At the end of the session, still smiling, he confesses: “I ain’t never had so much fun. You are too funny.”
Stay tuned for the story.
It was like waiting for Santa Claus.
It had been weeks since the newspaper interviewed me and sent out their Pulitzer Prize photographer to my studio to do a story on inspiring artisans. I was one of five selected and boy, oh, boy how honored I felt.
Finally, after two months, I get the call: the story comes out on Sunday.
Well, the night before, I just toss and turn. What’s the story going to say? What about the photos? Which ones would they choose? How will this impact my business?
The writer was so supportive, too. Filled with an art passion and a skilled writer, I was thrilled to have her support.
I wanted to get the paper as soon as it was delivered to my house.
Around three in the morning, I glanced at the clock…again. I’d been waking all night, excited, wondering, giddy.
I turn over and try to go back to sleep. I doze and pop awake at four. Dammit!, go to sleep I tell myself. I slowly drift and bam 4:49, I awake again. Dag, might as well get up and just wait for the delivery woman to toss the paper on the lawn. Too, perhaps I can beg for some extra copies for my files, too.
Quietly, I slip from bed, grab my robe and slowly open the front door wanting to avoid its loud creeking sound which could awaken all in the house.
So there I am, on top of the steps, hair disshelved, looking back and forth up the street for the newspaper delivery lady. Nothing. I listen to the awakening birds. Still nothing. I consider going back in to get my glasses for I am truly blind without them but, no, I am too excited. Another ten minutes, it’s still dark although the sky is brightening…still nothing. I sit like a lil kid waiting and waiting for Santa Claus. Where is he with my gift of coverage?
The sky’s getting brighter now. More birds are chirpping. I consider walking across my lawn to the street to look up the block. I stand atop my steps seeing all kinds of blurred images because I left my glasses in the house. Nah, won’t leave the steps; can’t see too well. And the neighbors might see me in my robe.
I decide to sit back down. I get a glimpse at some rubbish that I suspect the wind blew against the bottom steps. Ahh, too anxious to get it now; will get and discard later.
Forty-five minutes go by and still no Santa Claus. What the heck is going on? The sun’s now up. More birds are out.
I stand tall, wide awake, determinedly more pro-active and don’t give a darn about what I look like as I proceed down my front steps a little miffed. As I reach the bottom step, I remember that clump of rubbish…but…wait…upon closer inspection…WHAT THE???…My blind self!! The paper was right there the entire time. I thought it was trash.
I snap up the paper like a mad hungry woman. So many parts to soar through. Damn, these ads; I chuck them aside as I turn and turn and turn pages. And, there, right on the front cover of one of the sections…there’s my picture used as a promo for the inside story. Wow! I anxiously follow the promo advise: story on page 33 and…sigh…relieved…there it is. A fabulous story highlighting me with four other artists.
The story highlights:
*My childhood years crocheting
*Features my artwork
*Highlights the forthcoming launch of an Artist Business Alliance
*Next steps in partnering to use my art for therapeutic work in healthcare facilities…hospitals, nursing homes, rehabs
Yes, Santa Claus did come with a wonderful early, early, early holiday gift.
~ Alicia ~
Alicia’s Artwear: unique jewelry inspired by art, can serve as lovely frameable art, created by an artist.
I truly love this piece which actually twists on the side of the neck with two small red wood beads. Crocheted, 100% cotton. A truly smart piece charmingly authentic, one-of-a-king. Works by day and by night.
Just wanted to share my latest necklaces. Hope you like.
These lovely artwear necklace delicacies are adorned with wood. The chokers are design to have an end piece which naturally drops center way enhances a woman’s feminine side.
They add just the right touch with such innocent simplicity.
When the great musician Prince transitioned, I felt compelled to create a tribute piece. I created a swirling purple tree encompassing an abstract silhouetted side view of Prince’s hair with a tree bark reminder of his icon symbol.
I had the pleasure of introducing this oversized work as part of a wonderful new exhibit on Long Island, New York along with the works of several other talented artists. Oh, how wonderful to share my “ROYALTY REIGN” with the company of others from The Creative Corner.
It was a glorious affair. Another highlight in my continuing creative journey.