A Man in the Street is Worth Two in the House

As a serious artist, I think about beauty a lot. I've formulated some theories about what we find beautiful, and I've decided to share one of my theories with you today. 

I think that what we find beautiful is consistent with what we find familiar. When we see a lot of something,  we get used to it and decide it's beautiful to us. For example: I'm wildly attracted to men with big noses, and since I have a big nose and have been looking at my own nose for many years, that must be why I'm attracted to men with big noses.  But that's kind of sick, since it implies that I'm attracted to myself, which I am not! Plus, I'm also attracted to men with small noses and medium-sized noses, not just men with big noses. In fact, I'm attracted to MANY kinds of men.

But I digress. This blog post is not about lust; it's about art. I may be a flirt, but first and foremost: I AM A SERIOUS ARTIST!

Back to the subject at hand. We were talking about beauty. Beauty is indeed familiarity. For example, there's this guy I see around downtown Saint Paul all the time.  He works in the public sector.  At first I barely noticed him. His appearance is nondescript, and I'm not attracted to nondescript men. I prefer guys who stand out from the crowd...you know, the ones wearing edgy outfits and exhibiting strange behavior. In other words, I'm attracted to guys everyone else has the good sense to avoid.

Again I digress. We were talking about the man from the public sector. He appeared to be no one special at first. But after after awhile, he began to grow on me.  Although we never spoke, his face lit up at the sight of me. My encounters with him were positive, upbeat and proactive. His behavior toward me, innocuous though it was, seemed geared to help me move forward in my life. And amazingly enough, everywhere I went...there he was! There was a weird serendipity about our seemingly-chance encounters. It made me think we were fated to be together.

Although at first I didn't think he was handsome, seeing him every day has made me realize he's dazzlingly iconic-looking in the way that only ordinary-looking guys can manage.  I've decided he's the most beautiful man I've ever seen in my life. In fact, I'm totally in love with him and want to marry him immediately.

The trouble is, I can't figure out how to get him to climb down from the WALK sign and run away with me.

Surrounded by Nobodies

I love coffee. Coffee is magical. Coffee fills me with a sense of grandiosity which otherwise only occurs when I achieve something really important.

I was sipping a cup of Caribou dark roast last Saturday at the mall. Just as my mood turned warm and fuzzy, a sad little bit of humanity appeared. She was in her early 20's with dark blonde hair and a rumpled pink hoodie.

"Can I sit here?"

I looked around the food court and realized the only free chair in the place was at my table. "Sure."

She slumped into her chair, face obscured by her hoodie. A solitary tear dripped into her hot chocolate.

As an older person who's been around the block a few times, I felt an obligation to offer my advice and counsel. "Are you okay?"

"No," she said in a muffled voice.

"What's going on?"

Her voice caught in a sob. "Minnesota is nowhere and this mall is filled with nobodies."

I knew better than to argue that Minnesota is somewhere, so I decided to focus on the human element. "What makes you think they're nobodies?"

"I just know."

I glanced at the people around us. There seemed to be hundreds of them. They were talking and laughing and eating. Some were in family units, some were in couples, and some were alone. They were all shapes and sizes and colors and ages. "How do you know?"

Her tone was matter-of-fact. "Because it takes one to know one, and I'm the biggest nobody of them all."

I snorted in disbelief. "Oh come on. I'm sure you're somebody to someone."

"No I'm not."

"What about your family and friends? Don't they love and care about you?"

"Yeah," she said, "but that's not what I'm talking about." She sniffed and wiped her nose with the back of her hand. "I want to be somebody to someone who's never met me and doesn't love or care about me." She gave me a beseeching look. "Does that sound crazy?"

"No," I said. "That doesn't sound crazy at all."

Sometimes My Friends Are No Fun

I hate to sew.  I'll do almost anything to avoid sewing. A horrifying but true fact is that sometimes I run through the streets with my buttons all loose.

When I got invited to attend a sewing circle a few days before Valentine's Day, I was shocked. I thought it was public knowledge that I hate to sew. Why would they want to invite me? Yes, I'm popular and pretty blah blah blah. I wondered if they'd noticed my loose buttons and were staging an intervention. I almost said no, but then remembered that people who sew are often also bakers. The refreshments might be awesome. I decided to take the risk, even if it meant possibly returning home with my buttons re-attached. 

 When I got to the sewing circle the refreshments were indeed awesome, but the mood was very grim.

"What's going on?" I said. "Why all the long faces?"

"None of us have a date for Valentine's Day," said the hostess. She bowed her head and concentrated on her sewing.

"Then come to my party on Valentine's Day," I said. "There will be lots of people there without a date. We plan to get drunk and bake pornographic cookies. Then we'll call people on the phone to ask if their refrigerator is running. If they say yes we'll tell them to go catch it."

Everyone looked up from their sewing projects. Their expressions could best be described as quizzical.

"So, are any of you coming to my party?" I said.

All of them shook their heads.

"Sorry," said the hostess. "It sounds like fun but it's not my kind of thing."

Other voices chimed in. "Mine either." "Me too." "Thanks for thinking of me, though."

My feelings were hurt, but I strove to sound breezy and unconcerned. "It was only a suggestion. I'm just reminding you there are alternatives to being alone on Valentine's Day."

"Thank you for sharing, Nancy," the hostess said. "It's always good to know we have choices."

I decided to let the matter drop. If they thought it was better to be alone than to go to a drunken porno cookie party hosted by someone with loose buttons, that was their problem, not mine.

And on a More Serious note....

        As soon as people saw my latest painting,"Self-portrait as a Cupcake Decoration," the questions began. The first was from a quick-witted sophisticate who asked if I was gluten free. Other people inquired whether I was sweetened with corn syrup (possibly that was a reference to my sense of humor, but I can't say for sure). Someone worried that I was preserved with sulphur dioxide, since I look so young in the painting. It's just a matter of time before I get asked about GMOs, soy content, fair trade and sustainable farming.

      I'm the first to agree that my friends and fans are irreverent jokesters. That's why I adore them! But beneath their guffawings lies an undercurrent of seriousness. People are rightfully concerned about what they put into their bodies. Some have food allergies or sensitivities. Others worry about cancer and autoimmune disorders. There's growing awareness about the animal suffering humans cause in our pursuit of food and recreation. And then there's the piece about how greed and confusion is destroying the world as we know it.

    If you're looking for better ways to be a good citizen of the planet, you might want to stop by Instinct Gallery for one or both of the following events:

On Saturday February 6 from 2-3 p.m., Instinct Art Gallery is hosting an event, "Claim Humane Talking Circle".  After viewing the art of Sue Coe, the international animal rights activist sharing Instinct's walls with me during Unfiltered, AmyLeo Barankovich of Claim Humane will lead a talking-circle about how Coe's images affect us.

To find out more about the Claim Humane Event event click HERE                       

To find out more about Claim Humane, click HERE                                   

On Saturday, February 20 from 4-6 p.m., Instinct Gallery is hosting an Animal Rights Coalition Social Event. There will be violin music, hors d'oeuvres, and a chance to meet the people behind ARC.

To find out more about the Animal Rights Coalition event, click HERE.

Instinct Art Gallery is located at 940 Nicollet Mall, Minneapolis MN 55403. Their phone number is 612-208-0696

THE MORNING AFTER THE NIGHT BEFORE

Thanks to everyone who attended my art opening last night! To those of you who didn't make it to the event, here some FAQs about how it went:

Q. Were there lots of people at the opening?

A. Yes.

 Q. Were any of them important?'

A. Yes.

Q. How much art did you sell?

 A. The numbers aren't all in yet.

Q. Were any good-looking men there?

A. Omigod yes!  The place was packed with them! 

Q. What did you wear?

 A. I wore a party dress from the Macy's teen department with a teeny tutu-like chiffon skirt.  One guy said it looked like I was wearing a figure skating outfit. He said I should go to the Xcel Center and see if they'd let me compete in the ice skating contests. I seriously thought about doing that after the opening. See, I've been watching an old movie, The Wedding Crashers, and I've learned all these rules about being an event crasher. It would be fun to use the rules to try to pass myself off as an ice skater. I didn't have any figure skates with me, but I was wearing these pointy shoes with slippery soles and I could skid around on the ice and nobody would ever notice the difference.

Q. Well, you certainly have a lot to say about your outfit! But let's get back to your art career. How did it feel to have all those new paintings on display for the first time in public?

A. It felt like I was giving birth while hundreds of people watched.

Q. Gee, it sounds exciting! I wish I'd been there. When is your next art opening?

A. I'll keep you posted.

Unfiltered: The Art of Sue Coe, Nancy Robinson, and the Guerrilla Girls

Exhibition Run: January 23 - March 12, 2016. 

Opening Reception: Saturday, January 23, 6-8pm

To read the press release, click HERE.

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Special Event: Thursday, February 4, 4-8 p.m. Minneapolis Gallery Crawl. To find out more, click HERE.

Special Event:  Saturday, February 6, 2-3 p.m. Claim Humane Talking Circle. To find out more, click HERE.

Special Event: Saturday February 20, 4-6 p.m. Animal Rights Coalition Social Event. To find out more, click HERE.

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 SPECIAL EVENT: Saturday, March 5,  6 - 7:30pm

  Robyne Robinson and Nancy Robinson in Conversation

To find out more, click HERE.

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Gallery Hours: Tuesday - Saturday, 12-5pm
Instinct Art Gallery
940 Nicollet Mall, Minneapolis, MN 55403
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Pictured art: Nancy Robinson, Bubblehead/ Sue Coe, Animal Farm/ Nancy Robinson, Triple Self Portrait