By the way…do you know what “Home” is? Home is that place where you are welcomed and respected by all, and protected from all others. Never forget that. Welcome to Monkey Hill Creative Arts.
If you don’t mind I’m going to take a minute more to go downstairs to get a bowl of Pralines & Cream ice cream for breakfast. I earned it. I wasn’t going down til the sun came up or this website was alive and breathing. It’s still dark out, though the birds are making some noise, but I hear the sweet breath of life here at Monkey Hill Creative Arts online. I’m an artist, not a techie, so there appears to have been one hell of a struggle between the forces of good, evil, and ever’thing in between at this table. This here was my long dark night of the soul.
Why the rush? My Canadian counterparts won’t be looking this way. It’s our Thanksgiving weekend. Two reasons: I have friends and clients worldwide; and it was long past time to come Home. Being an artist can be a lonely life, and being a disabled artist supremely lonely. My greatest joy as a gallery owner was connecting personally with the patrons and the artists I represented. I miss that interaction. The virtual world is certainly not the same but Twitter has proven how much people crave interaction and that they are willing to connect in whatever ways they can.
I will be finding ways to make Monkey Hill Creative Arts as communication friendly as possible.
‘Kay…gimme a minute to get my hands sticky with some of that ice cream and I’ll think of something else to share.