Breakfast in the hotel
acrylic on canvas
8 x 8 inches
Barbara Muir © 2010
Two years ago today I sat down at this very computer for
the first time and wrote my first blog. My son helped me
get started because I had no idea how to begin a blog.
That seems funny now after blogging every single day
since that one, but it was a big step then. My motivation
at the time was being able to comment on my friend
Norene Smiley's blog about an upcoming show. The
show has long since past, and the artists didn't keep
up that blog, more's the pity. But I am eternally
grateful to them for creating the blog that pulled me
into this world.
Tonight we toasted the blog, and all of you, for
helping me reach this anniversary. I feel like
my career as an artist changed dramatically when
I entered this cyber world. I'd been drawing and
painting for my whole life, and having shows and
selling for quite a while. But the blog gave me a
community, a whole world of artists who are
magnificent, and disciplined, funny and kind.
I have always had friends, and couldn't have
envisioned wanting more. But the blog world
surprised me by introducing me to people I
could never have met in my day-to-day life,
and fostering real friendships with these
people. I know for certain that I will meet
many of my blog friends, and I am so looking
forward to those reunions, because they will
be meetings with old friends.
And the blog world is like a giant art school,
with teachers (fellow art bloggers) everywhere
sharing their joys, secrets, tough decisions, and
ways of managing difficult problems in their
paintings, and out in the art world. I have
learned so much.
By now I'm blatantly addicted to the activity
of blogging, and astounded at the results.
I'm including a little painting I did in our
hotel room last weekend. The subject matter
is simple. One of the services I really like in
hotels is room service. I love hanging that
sign on the door at night, and getting
breakfast delivered, by a waiter rolling
the table laden with delicious goodies into
the room. The tiny bottles of jam and ketchup
make me feel like a pampered child, and
then there's the luxury of drinking cup after
cup of coffee.
Have an enjoying-your-breakfast day.
