A few days ago I fell in love with a bunch of bad girls. They enticed me with pretty baubles and silky things. In usual bad girl style they were all crazy color and exuberance. Good girls may go to heaven but I think I’d rather be where the action is. It seems like much more fun… so I of course I joined them.
As of today, I’m officially affiliated with Bad Girl’s Art Gallery & Garden. I’m proud to be a working part of this dynamic group of creative spirits. As the new writer-in-residence I have it made. I can gush over everyone elses work but not feel the need to bring anything very flashy to the table. My creations are hiding in between paper covers; subtle traps laid in black and white to ensnare passing minds. There’s no glitter and glam in my art, just words. That means I can be the lazy artist that just sits back and enjoys the action. I like that.
Being part of the Bad Girls means I can start interacting with my community in a whole new way. I’ll be able to teach classes, do readings, and hang out regularly. My tentative plan is to work there every Thursday so I can visit with my friends and look at all the brilliant art offerings…oh… and to help out of course ;p
Over twenty artists have already joined forces to make the Bad Girls Gallery a creative force to contend with. They’ve already got it all – a prominent location that’s hard to miss (the only hot pink cottage on Eglin Parkway!), excellent organization and inspired leadership. Their mission may be wild but these ladies (& some gents) are serious.
I’d like to thank Doretha and the rest of the artists over at Bad Girls Gallery for having me – I’ve often been labeled a bad girl in the past but now I’ll have the T shirt to prove it!