| 15 November, 2011 11:33
Derby Tickets out of the gate
12" x 16" Mixed Media on Gallery wrapped canvas
Well yesterday I was in the Grip all day then I had a board meeting with the Alpha Arts Guild. Sometimes I stretch myself too thin but this is much better than working in corporate America by far. Well the grip house is as always a never ending headache. It is always something going wrong or I am chasing down money.
I just installed a new refrigerator last year but some how it has been broken beyond repair. I think some kid must have been hanging on the door because the repairman said it could not be repaired. Thanks for that $50.00 down the drain. It turns out the new tenants have a refrigerator sitting outside next to the house why they don't replace it with that one I don’t know. Why it is sitting next to the house is another mystery yet to be solved.
Sort of like why some people in the Grip feel the need to retain old used tires. Then they complain about mosquitoes. Go figure, a different culture I guess. Oh in order to make the new tenant happy I agreed to paint the kitchen. Of course I don’t have the original paint anymore because I mixed a bunch of yellows to get the color anyways.
To add misery to my Grip experience they were cooking something I consider to be awful, smelling while I am painting I have to smell this… This reminds me of another Grip story. When Rick my former business partner and good friend were working on this house "Double Trouble" we had completed the house next door "Hell Hole" well we acquired an industrial exhaust vent from a kitchen. We installed that exhaust vent so it would vent out the side of the house next to "double trouble". Well we had a tenant in the house and she was cooking some nasty smelling concoction and had the exhaust fan running on high.
It was august and just about hot as hell outside. We had the HVAC company installing the ac unit on the side of the house which happened to be about 15ft from the exhaust vent. The smell coming from the exhaust was some southern soul food retched smell magnified by the humidity and heat. Our hvac worker was threatening to quit if the smell would not go away.
It was so bad that he went in the back of the yard and threw up. I will never forget how funny that was. Since I was the boss I had the opportunity to stay inside and avoid the smell. But it was not just isolated to that day. I swear they must have been cooking cabbage with collard greens fat back and who knows what else. I have smelled some awful things in my days but this tops them all. We use to sit on the front porch at lunch and many times had to go inside due to the wretched smell. Yesterday was not that bad by any means but it sure did remind me of that smell on a hot August day.
Michael Lee
Oil Paintings, Mixed Media Paintings
Michael Lee A Day In The Life Of A Fine Artist
My plan is for this blog to let you the readers experience my life as it really is. I will admit I am living my dream but it is not always fun and games like some of my friends think it is. It is actually hard work being a fine artist, I paint everyday which means I have to come up with an idea to paint each day. Not as easy as it may sound. Art shows are fun but setting up in the heat, rain, and wind is not my idea of a good time. Sometimes the stars are aligned just right and I make some good money but that is certainly not the norm.
I do love this life and I would never trade it in to be in marketing and advertising ever again or any part of Corporate America for that matter. I like swimming and I love water but I do not like swimming with sharks and that is my opinion of Corporate America. I am an artist and I fit in much better with a group of artist then I do with a bunch of people who use others as ladder rungs as they try and climb to the top of the corporate world.
With that said please join me as I blog about my life as an artist, somedays will seem like I am living on a cloud other days I will tell the hard truth and dispel the myth that my live is just a fantasy as some of my friends think it is.
Grip Blues
| 15 November, 2011 11:33
Derby Tickets out of the gate
12" x 16" Mixed Media on Gallery wrapped canvas
Well yesterday I was in the Grip all day then I had a board meeting with the Alpha Arts Guild. Sometimes I stretch myself too thin but this is much better than working in corporate America by far. Well the grip house is as always a never ending headache. It is always something going wrong or I am chasing down money.
I just installed a new refrigerator last year but some how it has been broken beyond repair. I think some kid must have been hanging on the door because the repairman said it could not be repaired. Thanks for that $50.00 down the drain. It turns out the new tenants have a refrigerator sitting outside next to the house why they don't replace it with that one I don’t know. Why it is sitting next to the house is another mystery yet to be solved.
Sort of like why some people in the Grip feel the need to retain old used tires. Then they complain about mosquitoes. Go figure, a different culture I guess. Oh in order to make the new tenant happy I agreed to paint the kitchen. Of course I don’t have the original paint anymore because I mixed a bunch of yellows to get the color anyways.
To add misery to my Grip experience they were cooking something I consider to be awful, smelling while I am painting I have to smell this… This reminds me of another Grip story. When Rick my former business partner and good friend were working on this house "Double Trouble" we had completed the house next door "Hell Hole" well we acquired an industrial exhaust vent from a kitchen. We installed that exhaust vent so it would vent out the side of the house next to "double trouble". Well we had a tenant in the house and she was cooking some nasty smelling concoction and had the exhaust fan running on high.
It was august and just about hot as hell outside. We had the HVAC company installing the ac unit on the side of the house which happened to be about 15ft from the exhaust vent. The smell coming from the exhaust was some southern soul food retched smell magnified by the humidity and heat. Our hvac worker was threatening to quit if the smell would not go away.
It was so bad that he went in the back of the yard and threw up. I will never forget how funny that was. Since I was the boss I had the opportunity to stay inside and avoid the smell. But it was not just isolated to that day. I swear they must have been cooking cabbage with collard greens fat back and who knows what else. I have smelled some awful things in my days but this tops them all. We use to sit on the front porch at lunch and many times had to go inside due to the wretched smell. Yesterday was not that bad by any means but it sure did remind me of that smell on a hot August day.
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