Hot like wasabi when I bust rhymes

Ok, it's been more than one week since you looked at me. 
I been busy, ok?
oh, and lazy.
I am lazy, I know this.

We'll I'll get to my school stuff later, for now, let me tell you about this Midtown ART walk .
I did pick up a few inspirations and a couple conversations. One of the first galleries I went into was Samuel Fine Art. The amazing oil portraits drew me in.
As I stood admiring the beautiful portraits, the artist stood next to me and said,
"oh! you are an artist!" 
                I asked, "How can you tell?" 
He had an African accent and said, "Artists always look at the painting differently. You stand in admiration, wonder -- not just a pleasing glance."
So, how cool is that? Even without tools in my hand and a crazy outfit, I have that artist look about me.

Next, at Misspent Muses, I found a bunch of fun, very interesting collage art - one piece in particular was arranged in the shape of a daisy using metal objects and I wondered, "Where does one get metal anteaters?" Margo, the artist, told me
"The Rock Barrel."
So, I may need to find out where that is and see what they got. Maybe I can make some weird collage art thing.

 Over at Cleos-Creations, Cleo Boone is fun to talk to. He said to one guy walking through the studio, "You have an interesting face. I paint faces from memory so don't be surprised if you come back and see your face in one of my paintings."
He's got a gruff yet pleasant carnival-like voice. In looking at his paintings, you first think you see a bunch of rocks or falling water, or in my case, an orange uterus - but look longer, further and you see human figures. Beautiful figures that slowly reveal themselves.

Husband and wife team, Doug and Kiki at Sky Pony Studio has put out some interesting pieces to look at while you stroll around the shop in search of cards, magnets or necklaces. He specializes in trees and she in horses. Sounds boring and cliche, but they have a style that is so each their own that you could put Kiki's painting in a store in Oklahoma and I would recognize it as one of hers.

Kiki Winters talking to a customer

the entrance to the studio

Kul âme Studio  almost seems out of place here. It is very sleek and white and seems pretentious with it's large Jackson Pollack-esque pieces in front and elegant yet funky photography studio in back. A sign posted out front read that there would be a live sculpture performance at 8:30, but all I saw milling about was important looking men with arm candy that wore six inch platform heels and too much make-up. Then there was me. I began to think "Maybe we are the sculpture. I wonder what my section of this would be called? She's the Picasso of the Monet setting, they might say."

As I stood among the "Monets", a few performers dressed in Dia de los Muertos costumes fluttered in and buzzed around everyone creating a stir among the soused. Then a pretty lady in green pants started to announce things like, "Thanks for coming to our gallery" and "welcome our soft sculpture performers." 

A lady named Shannon, who is one of three artists at this studio, was once an actress in theater around Dallas. The fabric hanging in the picture was sewn from several costumes she wore. The dancers entered the space and creatively disassembled the hanging dress-like sculpture. The way the performers worked their way through the garment reminded me of the beginning of a CSI episode. I kept waiting for something to go wrong and thought about how we'd all be held for questioning once the police showed up. 

But, they found their way to the end of the performance. 

Another interesting gallery I visited was The Art of Leroy. 

Leroy looks like Samuel L. Jackson, especially with the hat he was wearing. I didn't get a pic of him, but I did snap a shot of his assistants. Apparently, Leroy does body painting and photographs you in the studio. I saw some of the works and it reminded me of the Midnight Summers Dream party at the Playboy Mansion, only classier. 

I found a few pieces at different studios I'd like to go back to and buy...but one at a time. I, myself, am a poor art student.