Hey Knoxville, Come and See Me {Artxtravaganza Art Show}
Year after year, my disappointment grew. I would email my application to be juried into the Knoxville art show called “Artxtravaganza” and each year I would get a return email beginning something like,
“Dear Sheila Atchley, we regret to inform you…”
About last September or October, I saw the “Artxtravaganza” as “sender” in my list of emails for the day, and my heart beat faster. I steeled myself for the usual “…we’re sorry but” response - because the caliber of artists participating in this show is always very high.
Not this time. This time the email began something like, “We are delighted to tell you…”
…yours truly, headed to the show installation today…
Immediately following a rush of excitement, I promptly panicked. I have this really great problem right now, and it’s that I sell paintings almost as soon as I paint them, and my inventory was very low. As in…less than a half dozen paintings for a show that requires at least 30 medium to large size originals.
Of course, then came the holidays. And incredible, scary painter’s block. So, I prayed. As soon as our Christmas tree came down, I woke up one day and hit the studio - and basically did not come out until yesterday.
one wall of my booth
the other two walls
THEREFORE, my Knoxville friends, I invite you to zoom in on these photos and choose which painting you’d love to take home. My art truly shifts the spiritual atmosphere, because every victory I’ve won in heavenly realms is embedded in each paint stroke.
I paint in The Presence.
And my heart’s desire is to send that Presence straight into your home. I absolutely believe that is not only possible - it happens for me all the time. The Presence of the Lord is peaceful and lovely and life-giving.
Art is powerful, and let me tell you why: You live with A Thing in your home - A Thing that is artisan, handmade, and that draws you in. A Thing that incrementally changes the way you think. Every time you walk past it, your thoughts elevate. You think a different thought. The capacity for this one simple thing - a different thought - to change your whole life cannot be overestimated.
A good painting is a good influence, a powerful influence. Especially a painting that you bought yourself, for yourself…you never buy art to match the couch. You buy a piece that stirs your spirit in some way.
…it was a sweaty job, not to be accomplished without The Preacher’s help…
I’d love to meet you for the first time, or hug your neck if I’ve known you forever. Come on by and say hi, and see allllllll the beautiful art and designs to be found at 2023’s Knoxville Artxtravaganza.
In The Bleak Midwinter
(If you can handle the hygge, pop to the end of this post before reading it, and hit “play” on the song. Then scroll back up here and commence to reading. You’re welcome.)
No one has been “officially” sick here all winter so far, and I am well and happy in the soul-of-my-soul, praise be.
But winter still begs for stocks and soups - heavy on the garlic, with garnishes of gremolata or pesto, and lots of those tiny datalini pastas.
I love a cashew pesto garnish on a hearty Italian chicken soup
Soup is perennial tonic, but winter soup is its own thing. Revelatory. Layered with flavors and February colors, it’s as contemplative as it is nourishing. It murmurs its love when it bubbles in the copper stock pot.
There’s “The Nurturer” living inside you and me, my friend, and cold rain in February is her jam. Let’s let her out, these next four weeks, for she knows how to winter well. She doesn’t even need paintbrushes or art journals. She just needs people to love.
She needs bellies to feed and friends with whom to share stew.
As we softly step past the Celtic celebration of “Imbolc”, gathering daylight as we go, we dare not waste the brittle cold, nor set our heart on days of false spring. For they are but shadows of the substance that is April and May. The goal is to say goodbye to winter 2023 having done the dang thing. No regrets.
So. Let’s allow The Nurturer to gather her spices and conjure her broths. Let’s watch her build fires using our own hands. Light candles. Sit idling with flames and little children. Stare at stars, while wrapped in blankets.
The Nurturer is as rooted and she is wild and wide. She’s just as creative, and I’d dare to say more so, than any other kind of artist.
May you be well, this February. May your month be filled with the satisfaction of a walk or two in the stark freeze, and the joy of kitchen-ish things.
Because never trust an artist who rarely cooks for her people.