Wednesday, July 7, 2010
painting in the parking lot
over the weekend i read this: OLATHE KANSAS !!!!!!!!//AUSTIN TEXAS but first KASKASKIA ISLAND concert tomorrow /////waxed brunhilda for trip -all clean //need to change oil too pack trombone[s] PAPER /road food//SKIF OUTFITS //
and then this:
wiillllll be heading to olathe //monday -sometime //then to austin for trombone festival need any coffee ?????????? really good bean!!!!!!!!!!shade grown organic//kenyan///costa rica//mountain blend how about a painthing portraits of the nina??????!!!!
this meant that our good friend and favorite painter-poet-musician-metalsmith-designer-illustrator-creator dj kennedy was packing up brunhilda (his car) and making a pit stop about 40 miles from us on his way to texas. (if you have a second here's the primer on dj.) hell yes, i was going. and we should have ALL gone, but the four year old was being too four for our liking, so we decided she'd stay behind, and I'd take the mix-and-match artsygirl. "you HAVE to take nina," my husband said, "they're kindred spirits." off we went to the horn doctor, a trombone warehouse wedged somewhere between a cornfield and I-35 in southwestern olathe. "wanna paint?" dj said to nina. she grinned, he gave her a huge panel of what might have once been the side of someone's barn, and they turned my wide-assed car into a true portable studio, where they painted for nearly three hours while trombones honked their tromboney honks in the background.
so it was an awesome evening. as always when i see dj, i went home with my brain buzzing and arms full. a beautiful painting to add to our collection of his portraits, a gorgeous hand knit shrug from his friends at skifo, a bottle of vanilla beans and vodka, a load of coffee, three sweet little silver rings, two sets of copper and silver leaf earrings, a decorated bumper, a girl covered from head to toe in paint, and lord knows what else, i have to go check my car. but most of all it made my heart sing to watch two of my favorite people create together, two of the most free, uninhibited people i know. and again it reminded me that i have to find a spot at home where my babe can go apeshit with the paint, in a spot that won't drive ME apeshit. this is her language, this is her way.
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