there is no such thing as a wrong turn...

I've been holding on to big news. A few of you here and there know. But I've been holding it tightly, barely believing it's real, until this envelope arrived today bearing tangible proof. Because the past year has been so surreal, so whirlwind-ish, so rollercoaster-y, so busy, so overwhelming, I couldn't shout it from the rooftops until I went to the mailbox today!!!  But now I can...

WOOOOHOOOOOOO!! I got a licensing deal! I got a LICENSING deal! I got a LICENSING DEAL!!!

What does this mean? Just indulge me for a little flashback...

I guess if we go back to the beginning, it started with a leap of faith that may actually have been more of a leap of desperation. I quit my job. A job that I felt was a ministry to children with learning issues. I loved my kids. I loved helping them and their families. I especially loved making a difference. But when I went from working with kids to managing adults, it literally sucked the life out of me. I quit my hobbies including an antique booth. I quit other ministries I was passionate about. I quit church for a while. I knew it was time to go when I began to describe my job, a good and meaningful job, as a dementor, the soul-sucking-happiness-draining creatures from Harry Potter. But it was a good and meaningful job, with benefits and a salary, and I had reached the top position in my department. Who quits that kind of thing? This was pre-economic fall-out in 2008. I left for another job in education that would afford me time and healing but also fulfillment. Then the economy tanked. The business I was working for started to struggle.

I had no idea what to do next. It seemed like I had taken a wrong turn. But in all honesty, I was so much happier than I had been in years. I had felt the nudging from God for years that I needed to leave that job. But I kept plugging away because it was a job and it was a ministry. I am telling you this because even good and meaningful things can take a toll. I could not fix the situations for the kids, parents, teachers and coworkers that I encountered on a daily basis no matter how hard I tried. Because I considered it a ministry, I thought surely this was my calling, but I kept ignoring the prompts, urges, nudges, whispers that there was something else God had in store for me. I thought I was smarter and that I knew best. But the minute I finally just gave in, let go and quit, years of burden just fell off my back. I literally felt lighter.

That same year, I took the fabled weekend art class that changed my world. I did not go into it looking for a business or even a hobby. I just thought it would be fun and it seemed like time to have fun again. I've talked about the class in other posts so I won't dwell on it except to say, it opened me up to possibility and released me from some inhibitions. For the next year, I painted. I had the time for once in my life. I was just messing around. Then friends wanted to buy a piece. Then friends of friends. Then friends of friends of friends. I started to believe that maybe I had something I could do on the side once I found a real job at some point. I am so funny. I still thought I was in charge.

Then I got pregnant. After 15 years of wonderful marriage, my wonderful husband and I decided it was high time we had a little Little. It was now or never. Painting got put on a bit of a hold during my pregnancy and that first year, but the demand was still there and once again the nudging began. It was time to step out on faith and see what happened.

So in spring of 2011, I decided to talk to people that were in the know. I was so blessed that artists like Margaret Eliot, Deann  Hebert, Marilyn Wendling, Erin Rickleton and Ron York were willing to meet with me and give me advice about shows and galleries and pricing and the art business. I knew nothing. I mean nothing. No one discouraged me. They all encouraged and directed me and shared their stories. In fact, Deann has become a friend who continues to inspire. Margaret continues to encourage. Erin and Marilyn have been my neighbors at several shows and Ron now represents me in his gallery. I am forever grateful.

And then, I made another wrong turn. Last May, a year ago, I decided to make cold calls. I don't do cold calls. I am ever so funny and clever online, but I am quirky and awkward in person. I say the darndest things. There are legends at my church about the things I have said in the name of small talk. But I packed a bag with my paintings, put on my shiny shoes and headed to Brentwood where a friend of a friend had a store.

I literally made a wrong turn. I am as directionally challenged as I am socially awkward. I ended up at C'est Moi, an adorable boutique in Brentwood. I thought I'd grab a bite at the deli next store and peek in C'est Moi and get back on track. But the minute I walked in the store, I felt at home. They carried Dash and Albert rugs! My favorite! They had amazing jewelry, refurbished furniture, gifts and artwork...I could have bought one of everything. I decided to bring my art in and show it to the owner. By the end of my visit that day, Tawnya, the amazing and beautiful owner, decided to carry my artwork in her store! I was simply floored. My first stop. A wrong turn. Validation. Opportunity. New friendship. Inspiration. Amazing.

With my confidence boosted, I decided to apply to shows. I got in all of them. Starting in September and ending the beginning of this past May, I have done six shows, including the biggest one in town, the Harding Art Show. Honestly, I thought this was the pinnacle. Each show has been a gift, but Harding was a surprise. If I had bothered to make a five-year plan, Harding would have been the culmination of that plan.

But I had made that wrong turn. In the middle of all the hullabaloo with the fall shows, I went to C'est Moi to drop off paintings and visit for a minute. Little did I know that the day before I stopped in, the owner and the representative for an international home decor company called Creative Co-op had been in C'est Moi. Tawnya had an impressive display of my work behind the register and it had caught the owner's eye. When I showed up the next morning, the rep was back in the store. Timing. God's timing. Tawnya introduced us and she began to talk to me about licensing my work. I had no idea what that meant. I thought it was another show and I was already having trouble keeping up with a store, a gallery and all the shows. I was hesitant, but she explained it to me and my heart began to flip-flop. I said yes, yes, yes. She said the company would be in touch. So in early December, I got a call from the product developer for Creative Co-op. She walked me through the process, explained what they had in mind, shared their vision, sent me catalogs...and asked me to get images to them by mid-February so that they could launch a line of home decor products bearing my images.

What does this mean? It means I am a songwriter who just got my song picked up by a major recording artist. It means that an international company who sells to retail stores, catalog companies, boutiques, big box stores, etc., is mass producing furniture, wall decor, frames, knick knacks, coasters, and other home decor products bearing images that I painted. Little 'ol little e me.

There is no such thing as a wrong turn. I am so glad I let Someone else steer for a while. There is no other explanation for this new direction I am headed. If I had planned it, none of it would have happened. All I can do is be grateful. I am not saying I deserve this. I am not saying I am exceptionally talented. I am not saying it has all been easy. I am not saying that this last year has been all rainbows and candy corn. I am not saying I have been faithful in all things. Something wonderful has happened to me in spite of me. That is all I am saying.

Thank you for taking this wrong turn with me. I can't wait to see where God steers me next!
little e

PS. I'll post pictures of the line once I get the a-ok!

i did it!!!

After so much anticipation, work, and worry, the Harding Art Show is over. Always so strange to be so uber-focused on one thing and then the thing is over and you are left relieved and slightly empty and a tad confused. What exactly do you do with this sudden influx of time now that every waking moment isn't consumed by the big thing? So far I have color-coordinated my closet, cleaned out my fridge and wandered aimlessly around my house eyeing unpacked boxes and unfinished projects and piles of paperwork. Maybe I'll tackle those later... But for now, a quick recap of the big show! I'm still floating that I got in, so to actually have great sales was icing on the cake. Set-up was exhausting but well worth it. My dad and I managed to get 98 paintings into my little space. It took some doin' but we got 'er done. By the end of the first night, I had sold 24 paintings. This is almost what I sell in a typical weekend at other shows so I was understandably floored. I still don't have a total on the final tally but if we are close on our estimate, we doubled our average sales from the past big shows. I got such great feedback from everyone who came through. It was truly surreal to be successful at such a prestigious show. Some other highlights from the show... -peonies from my friend Andrea gracing my booth

-my posse from Bread and Company stopping by

-my friend and fellow artist, Kellie Montana, was my backdoor boothmate. So fun!

-my sweet husband coming straight from work to man the booth with his warm, engaging, hilarious personality so that I could get a break.

-my hilarious and adorable daughter handing out my business cards, unprompted, to random passers-by!

One great thing about any show is seeing all my work hanging together and noting how the colors and textures and subjects all reflect a unified style that is uniquely mine. When you work on one piece at a time, it is hard to see the big picture of your work. To realize that in the past three years, I have developed a recognizable technique and palette and style is probably one of my biggest accomplishments. That someone can see one of my pieces in someone's home or business and know that it is a little e original is amazing.

Another blessing is meeting the people who purchase your art. This may be my favorite thing. I had two sweet little girls just labor over their decision about which paintings to buy. They each got a cross, which I signed personally to them, and then they wanted their picture with me. Too sweet. And then there was the lady who bought my big Apron Strings painting. When I saw the painting, it reminded me of my studio and my artwork, but when she saw it, it spoke to her about cooking for family and friends and her kitchen and her aprons. She was so happy that it made me happy to let it go to a place where it meant so much. She has since sent me a picture of it in her kitchen and it is perfect! And then there was the lady who bought one for her sister who is finalizing a painful divorce. And the man who went on a desperate search for a chapel for his wife for Mother's Day. And the cardiologist who bought 3 heart paintings for her children. And then there was the lady who recognized me from my antique booth days and said my pieces from that long-ago adventure are all over her house. And then there were all the folks who have followed me from show to show since my Bella Rustica debut. I am truly blessed with what I do. I get to bring a bit of happy into people's homes. Stay tuned for the next big thing...this is only a brief reprieve!!!! love, little e

eek

Before I was an artist, before I knew anything about the Nashville art scene, before I ever bought a piece of original art, I knew about the Harding Art Show. I knew it was the big one. I knew it was a tradition. I knew it was a party. I knew it represented the best of the best in regional art. What I did not know was that one day I would be listed as a participating artist at such a respected and prestigious show. Eek. Can someone get me a paper bag to breathe into? I'm hyperventilating. I have been hard at work trying to create pieces that will do justice to the honor of the invitation. As always, I plan to have a variety of pieces that pop and sparkle, that bring joy, that are colorful and textured with a touch of whimsy. Lots of sizes. Lots of price points. All I can say is that I am grateful. Truly grateful. As I've watched the last year in this new venture unfold, I fluctuate between bumfuzzlement (my new word), high stress, and giddy delight. But always grateful for opportunities that magically appear, one right after the other. I am just along for the ride. I could not have planned any of this. I am forever grateful for a creator God whose vision for my life has been much more colorful and textured and layered and rich than I could have imagined. Come see me this weekend at the Harding Art Show, May 3-5: Thursday, May 3: Preview Party. 6-9 $10 (includes food and drink) Friday, May 4: 10-9. Free including Fiesta Friday from 6-9 (margaritas, mariachi band, Mexican treats) Saturday, May 5: 10-6 Free A little preview of some of my pieces: all the best! little e

Catching Up

It has been almost three months since I last posted. Oops. I realized that I just left you hanging as I prepped to return to Lipscomb but this time as an artist instead of a student or employee. It was just as surreal as I expected it to be. Made even more surreal by the fact that I completely lost my voice before the show. I felt like I was shouting the whole weekend but no one could hear me. Still, I had a great show. Got teary-eyed visiting with former students who are now grown with families of their own. And so touched that my former department, the Learning Enhancement Program, sponsored my booth. The food was delicious. I almost tackled the server who was toting a tray of flatbread with gorgonzola, pear and balsamic vinagrette. Oh my.

The very next weekend I had the Heart and Soul Event benefitting the American Heart Association. I was the featured artist. My images were used on all the printed advertisements and they sold posters with my image to raise money during the event. We had such a blast at this event. I created a mini-gallery outside one of the lofts on the tour and got great feedback and actually sold a few pieces. Once again, the food was spectacular. More importantly, I made some great contacts and got to support a wonderful cause.

Absolutely loved being part of both these events and making so many new friends and new contacts!

Erudition

When I was growing up, I didn't want to be an astronaut or a veterinarian. I wanted to be a librarian. Even in elementary school, I would volunteer to work in the library so that I could stamp due dates and roll the book cart around. I loved-and still love-actual books on actual shelves. In high school, I used to drive to the downtown library to research topics like hats and millinery because I also fancied becoming a milliner. Seriously? I was such a nerd. When I went to college as an English major, I spent an inordinate amount of time in the stacks at the old library, studying and writing...and stalking my husband who was as smart as he was, and is, funny. Sadly, a counselor in college steered me away from library sciences. Maybe this was for the best since the romance of rolling ladders and card catalogs has been replaced by a technology I have yet to embrace.
Eventually I graduated as an English major. What to do? What to do? Who would pay me to spend most of my waking hours in a library reading books and writing about them? Well. No one. So I began a thirteen year stint as an English tutor at David Lipscomb Campus School, encouraging and teaching children who struggled with reading and writing. What a gift! By the time I left, I was the director of the program, no longer working directly with the children, no longer immersed in reading and writing. I knew it was time to move on but what to do, what to do?

As evidenced by my brief dalliance with millinery, I was a crafty sort of girl. I had a booth at an antique mall for a while, selling refurbished thrift store finds. I had closed it when I became director, but desperately missed being creative. What to do? What to do? A weekend art class with friends, just for fun, or so I thought....

So now to the full circle moment. I haunted the stacks at Lipscomb University as a student. I molded young minds at David Lipscomb Campus School as a teacher. Now I'm coming back as an artist. I did not foresee this. As much as I love a good book, I could not have written this ending...or should I say new beginning?
If you like stories with twists and turns with a plucky heroine in a familar setting surrounded by a colorful cast of characters, come see me this weekend at the Art Event at Lipscomb, February 10-12.

Opening night complete with food and music is Friday from 5-9. http://www.lipscomb.edu/advancement.dlcs/Filter/Item/762/6780

Hope to see you there!
little e

Sugar High, Sugar Low. Goodbye 2011! You've Been a Doozy!

I've been on a bit of a sabbatical. I haven't painted. I haven't glossed. I have been wearing leggings and a hoodie. It's been GREAT! After a fall full of constant production of inventory in preparation for three art shows in four months after a summer filled with moving, relentless home repair, and grief over the loss of dear friend, I finally felt like I could sneak a little break, enjoy a little Christmas cheer, veg in front of the TV. Of course, I have two more shows coming up in February as well as a gallery and boutique to restock, so I'm sure I'll panic tomorrow, but for today, a little sabbath is in order.

Why am I being a couch potato? Because I just completed my biggest show yet...Fine Art in Brentwood Show and Sale at Brentwood Academy! I cannot begin to explain how much I anticipated this show. And by "anticipated," I mean worried, worked, prayed, worked, worried, worked, and then worried, worked and prayed some more. This was a big one. So many veterans of the Nashville art community...and me, the newbie. Once again, I was overwhelmed and blessed by the warm reception and genuine encouragement of the other artists and by the hard work and kind hospitality of the show staff at Brentwood Academy. Just to get into this show was unbelievable but to actually have a successful show with tons of sales and new contacts was beyond expectations!

So now on to the recap of the weekend!!!
-65 paintings on display
-35 paintings SOLD

Woohooo!!

I was on a constant roller coaster of sugar high and sugar low from the hospitality cart that came around ever 15 minutes with hot chocolate, coffee, cookies and treats. I'm such a sucker for that kind of thing (concession stands, airplane carts, ice cream trucks) so I indulged every time on Saturday. By the end of the day I was a train wreck. On Sunday I showed a bit more restraint!

One of the many blessings of this newfound career is seeing some of the same faces at each event. People who have come just to see me and my artwork. People who didn't know me before that first show at the barn and who show up at each event to buy, to encourage, to visit. And then there are the early encouragers of my work, the people who have been buying from me since the get go. To see Julie and Midget waiting for me at my booth on Sunday warmed my heart. They began buying pieces over two years ago and they keep coming back for more. People like them (and there are many) gave me the confidence to step out on faith and apply to shows and knock on shopkeepers' doors.

Never in my wildest dreams did I see where those first tentative steps would lead. C'est Moi boutique, Bella Rustica Barn Sale, Belmont Community Celebration of Art, York and Friends Gallery Memphis, Lipscomb Art Event, Featured Artist for American Heart Association's Heart and Soul event, and the Harding Art Show. Unbelievable. UN.Believable.

So here's what's coming in 2012 for little e studio:

The Lipscomb Art Event-February 10-12
http://www.lipscomb.edu/advancement.dlcs/Filter/Item/762/6780



American Heart Association's Nashville Heart and Soul Benefit--February 18
http://nashvilleheartandsoul.com/
For this event, a loft tour featuring wine and music, I will be the featured artist. One of my heart images will be used for advertising purposes and turned into a poster for sale at the event.

Harding Art Show-May 3-5
http://artshow.hardingacademy.org/podium/default.aspx?t=105613
I am still giddy, elated, thrilled, floating, flabbergasted, honored, humbled, freaked, amazed, overwhelmed that I got into this show. Knock me over with a feather. Pinch me. Or don't. I think I'll bask in this one a little longer!!

Believe it or not, there may actually be more good news, wild news, in the coming months. I covet prayers as I navigate this brave new world...that I can handle what comes my way without compromising my family or my sanity!

So here is what I have to say about 2011. Wow. WOW.

This year almost killed me with the good and bad.

The lowest of lows when my best friend died after battling ALS. Another low when we moved and our new house turned instantly into the money pit...exactly like the movie. A continual low in the struggle of balancing this new career and new motherhood. Guilt. Pressure. Stress. Fatigue. Anxiety. I can't lie. It's been difficult.

The highest of highs of watching my sweet baby girl run and talk and spin and giggle. The unbelievable high of getting accepted into show after show and shop and gallery. The high of encouragement and support as people actually buy my work. The continual high of getting to create for a living. Finding a dormant talent and watching it flourish.

I have a lot to reevaluate in 2012. Numero uno is trying to get some kind of organization, schedule, system in place to stop the madness! I also need to know when to say yes and when to say no. Make sure I am doing all of this for the right reasons.

But I can say this without a shadow of a doubt. THANK YOU. Thank you. Thank YOU! To every single person who bought a piece of my work, thank you. You didn't have to. You worked hard for your money. The economy stinks. My artwork is a luxury not a necessity. I hope I never lose the sense of absolute gratitude every time someone purchases one of my pieces. To know that you bought it because you loved it, because it makes you happy, because it was the perfect gift...I am humbled.

A dear friend and fellow artist sent me this note after the Brentwood show. I have to admit, I wept.
Art is a visual language - a visual communication of ideas, emotions, and experiences. An artist puts spirit and soul into his/her work to connect with humankind. It takes courage to open your "interior" to allow others to view and judge.
Congratulations on a very successful weekend of courage and communication. Your artwork has inspired a joyful spirit in so many people - what touched them even more, was your joyful spirit attached to each piece that you cheerfully gave with each purchase or admiring comment.

Oh how I hope that I live up to these words. That I am spreading joy through this endeavor.

Forget the former things. Do not dwell on the past. See I am doing a NEW THING! Now it springs up! Do you not perceive it?
Isaiah 43: 18-19

May the New Year bring you many wonderful NEW THINGS!
little e

surrealism

I have no idea what is going on.

Seriously.

Let's just recap a bit to get some perspective:

Three years ago I quit my tutoring job and took a weekend art class with some girlfriends. Today my art is in a retail store and a gallery, I have two uber successful art shows under my belt and two more coming up in December and February.

Surreal.

But I digress. I haven't posted in a month. So much to tell.

Let's start with the Belmont Community Celebration of Art Show and Sale at Christ the King. This was my follow up to my first public venture, the Bella Rustica Barn Sale, which featured home decor and gifts along with art. The barn sale was a smashing success for little e studio, but the Belmont Show was a different bird. A real art show with committee-selected artists, all of whom were seasoned, trained, talented, experienced professional artists....and me. My weekend at the Belmont show was an inspiring inauguration into the world of art shows. I was selling my wares alongside seasoned, trained and talented artists who could have made me feel like an amateur but who encouraged and advised and cheered me on. I am still amazed, humbled, bumfuzzled by this crazy midlife career coupled with new motherhood, but my first foray into the art show world could not have been better.
The set-up was difficult, the hours were long, my dogs were barking, BUT it was all worth it! My sales were amazing, including my three biggest pieces the very first night, and it led to an incredible opportunity...my first bonafide art gallery!!!!

I am now represented by Ron York of York and Friends at his Memphis location, Market Central!!! http://yorkandfriends.com/ I hope to be in his Nashville locations soon, once I catch up on commissions and build my inventory for the Brentwood Academy show in December. I could not be more pumped about this opportunity. I went to see Ron six months ago to get advice about the art business. He represents so many well known local artists and I needed input on pricing, art shows, galleries, retail. All things I was, and am, still clueless about. What a full circle moment when he approached me about representation. Once again, surreal!

I have been trying, trying to catch up on commissions that I put off before the September shows. Almost done, so now I am working toward the Fine Art in Brentwood Show, December 2-4. www.fineartinbrentwood.com



And then I have the Lipscomb Art Event, February 10-12, the Heart and Soul event benefitting the American Heart Association February 18, and, as always, my inventory at C'est Moi in Brentwood.

Sur.Real.

So here's the deal. I don't know why. I don't know how. I don't know what in the world is happening. I am blessed, I am thrilled, I am confused. I am overwhelmed. I am busy. I am a wife and mother first. I paint during naps and preschool and after bedtime. I have no idea about current events. I do not watch any shows in real time if I watch shows at all. I don't cook or do laundry. My best stress reliever is Pinterest but it is the biggest time sucker after Etsy. I neeeeeeeeeed a vacation. But I am grateful and hopeful and humbled and amazed.

"Forget the former things. Do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a NEW thing. Now it springs up! Can't you feel it?" Isaiah 43:18-19.

Thanks to all of you who have helped make this little side venture, my new thing, a full blown success.

little e studio