It’s hard not to take things a little too seriously sometimes. You know what I’m talking about~those dark nights of the soul where you despair of ever being a good enough artist to meet your own exacting standards, or you’re good enough but despair of being noticed, or you are being noticed but despair of having the time to make enough art to pay the mortgage, or you are just practicing getting into despair because, well, they say it’s a necessary ingredient for producing really good art.
Too-too-too-TOO-too-TOO. That is supposed to be a trumpet flourish to announce the one, the only, CHRIS BOLMEIER. The woman paints, sings, and (according to my funny bone) has a seriously twisted sense of humor. That’s the best kind, isn’t it?
Here are a few one liners, plucked randomly from her site:
[My] finest work of art yet to be unveiled was inspired by a kindergarten nosebleed that sent [me] to Emergency.
So I thought I’d share a FREE program I really dig and is an alternative to the upwardly mobile Adobe Photoshop that everyone is in praise of but can be rather expensivo, cha-ching$$.
This is just a quick post about becoming a more better blogger (just some advanced english folks).
Now, don’t be fooled into thinking that Chris is never serious. She has excellent content on her site, as well, like Blog Traffic Building Tips and some very revealing interviews. Barbara J. Carter, who does neo-pointillist landscape art, has a PhD in astrophysics because, though cognizant at age 5 that she wanted to be an artist, chose something “safe” where she could earn a living (sound familiar?). Carter has some strong opinions and helpful insights about the artist’s life, but Chris cannot hold back her comedic instinct, and admits that when she was 5, she wanted to be a nun due to the influence of owning a nun doll. Barbara then concedes that being a horse was also on her list of possible career pursuits at that age. Obviously, what comes out of the mouths of babes is NOT necessarily an accurate predictor of one’s true path. I, for one, think Chris’s humor might have been squelched by putting on a habit, regardless of how creative Twyla Tharp says it might be.
You can hear Chris sing “Good morning Heartache,” or “Help Me.” (Do you sense the beginning of a theme here?) There are cleaning tips, like how to scrub a floor with high heels (great looking shoes, by the way), or how NOT to get out of the shower (if you don’t fancy hitting your head on the toilet).
Chris and I are now Facebook friends. She even had a dream about me, for which I offered a semi-professional interpretation, gratis, out of deference to our fledgling relationship. But I do not make any assumptions about how special I am to her. I am just one in a million (the million friends she addresses on every post). On the other hand, she is generous with her impressive array of talents, and has a big heart (I mean, this woman was going to be a NUN). Perhaps there really is room in there for me, and you, and 999, 998 others!