One of the nicest things that has happened to me this year is getting a part-time job in the local art shop. (Check it out here http://www.arttime.com.au/). When I say part-time, I mean one day a week, with an extra shift thrown in every now and then.
I haven’t worked in a full-time job since before my babies were born, so that’s about 8 years ago now. I always said that if I went back to work it had to be something I enjoyed and the hours had to work in with my kids. So the Saturday morning thing totally works for me and my family.
And I work in an ART SHOP!
I am surrounded by inspiration and fabulous art materials.
At the back of the art shop is a gallery and working studio. Local artists are able to hold solo or group exhibitions (of which I have attended many), and several different art classes are also held there.
Coming in and seeing the latest exhibition hanging or walking past a watercolour student working away on a new piece always fills me with a joy that is difficult to describe.
The readily available art supplies can be a little dangerous though, especially when one needs to “focus” on one’s upcoming exhibition and not get distracted by interesting side projects. Like wanting to try printmaking because of beauty in the pieces of the current exhibition. Or seeing the potential in a new design because of a book in the corner library.
I love that I am always learning new tricks, and new ways of using different materials.
But one of my favourite things about my job is the wonderful people I get to meet.
I get to talk to some of the most interesting and creative people every week.
I am constantly being surprised by how many talented people are out there. And most of them are only too happy to talk about their creative processes, to pass on a gem of an idea, or proudly show a picture of what they are working on.
It’s encouraging to see that creativity is alive and well.
The artists who come into the shop vary in age and skill level, there is a huge variety of disciplines and paraphenalia, but the underlying common thread is that we all love art.
When I get home in the afternoon I nearly always head for my studio to sketch out an idea or try out a new method. After a day of breathing in the dust of inspiration it is hard not to scratch that itch.
The muse constantly whispers sweet nothings.
Sometimes feel bad that I am paid to come to work – to me it is not work…
I love my job!