My Life in Paper and Piles

I somehow always find myself in a situation of coming and going. I have for a long while. My room and workspace is in a constant state of disarray, with the somewhat hopeful thought it will be alright: this constant back and forth is only temporary. The result of this is my life is made up of all of these piles. Piles of due dates, piles of laundry, piles of receipts, piles of jewelry (I’m not so good at maintaining organization with these little pieces at all – does not at all mean I don’t want more) piles of unwatched dvr television episodes and not nearly the last of the piles, but most notably — piles of paper.FullSizeRenderIf you know me at all, these piles make me incredibly cranky. For this reason, I am very glad to have recently had the time to organize some of these many piles. (Few things make me happier than organization)

My pile of paper. Recently, I felt I had been drawing much less and stalling out. Then I came across this. This mountain that when everything is put together contains 19 sketchbooks of varying sizes and about 1000 sheets (I didn’t actually count the sheets I’m making an educated guestimate based off of the reams I’ve gone thru) of paper. Admittedly, not all of them contain the greatest of pencil scratches or the most dutifully steady ink lines. But they all have something.

I didn’t spend time scrutinizing every piece, I don’t ever have that much free time, but I did take a moment to breeze through some of them. Doing so allowed me to see that this enemy pile I’ve been glancing at with a scowl for the last few weeks, is my life.  Yep, that’s right. My life laid out in paper: filled with memories, accomplishments, a random bill or receipt here or there, time, beauty, and sometimes terrible moments I would rather crumple up and throw out, but I don’t.  A lot of what I am is in that pile and I’ve been letting it sit there, neglected and mostly hated.

Now, not all the piles in my life are of such importance, but they probably do deserve a bit more positive attention than I have been giving them. This is going to be part of the plan going into 2015 — more attention to and maintenance of me and my piles.

Holidays. Abraham Lincoln. Stubborness.

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“Yesss signed and numbered! A retirement investment”

That’s right. For anyone who did not understand why there was a little #/100 on the bottom of their card: it is there to pretty much seal up the deal that you have a limited edition card from me.  While I will not go as far as to say it is yet worthy of a retirement investment ::fingerscrossed:: perhaps one day it will be. I’m sure I could fast track it by hacking off an ear and spiraling out of my mind — but this is the holiday season, so lets stay with the positive thought that over the years I will be putting in my continued amount of hard work to insure that anything I have ever created holds some monetary weight in addition to its sentimental value.

“I just received ur beautiful card with its beautifully written words that hit at the best of time when I need it!”

I will be the first to admit (and please everyone lets not jump in agreement at once) that while I keep an active presence on social media, I am a terrible, no good, very bad, person when it comes to one-to-one correspondence with those I care about. And so, one of the ways I attempt to make it up to you all is through this small postmarked token. It is one of my highlights to sit and personalize each one with words always floating in my head regarding everyone of you. Not so fun is writing my return address, over and over and over again, but I think it looks better than a printed label and also, perhaps this way I can assure I will never lose my way home.

“I’m so happy you are living your dream. You have worked hard for it.”

Heartfelt words such as these, which I have received in mass over the last week in response to my mailing, mean far more than any physical gifts I may receive (not to say I don’t like those too — love em!).

On my Facebook profile, in the quotes section – which is not so prominently displayed with the layout nowadays – I have for years had the following:

“I am a success today because I had a friend who believed in me and I didn’t have the heart to let him down.” -Abraham Lincoln

The older I get, the truer I feel those words are, and the truer I hope to make them. A big lot of my time is spent working and creating, creating and working. If I did not have the people behind me supporting what I make when I do bring it out into the world, I would be standing places alone, with a much smaller voice and an even smaller presence. There is the likelihood that I on my own would be too pigheadedly stubborn to ever quit, but the idea doesn’t enter this head much — because far too many people are watching and hoping the best for me, and I am not in the habit of letting people down.

Thank you.

Book Revue’s Current Featured Artist (aka me!)

For the month of November, eight of my paintings will be on display at Huntington's Book Revue. They will be displayed on their Featured Artist wall located in their Fiction corner (left most wall of the store upon entering) Advice of the day: go visit them, also there's a cafe, which means food.
the following is also available to be viewed on their website: bookrevue.com

Featured Artist of the Month

For book or art purchases, call Book Revue at (631) 271-1442 or e-mail requests to

info@bookrevue.com

Samantha Hernandez

Samantha is a freelance artist, illustrator, author, and Long Island native. After obtaining her degree in illustration from the Fashion Institute in Manhattan, she has worked with a number of clients across the United States seeking to visually promote their businesses. Samantha has also self published a number of books both digitally (ebooks) and in paperback form. Two of her works,Illustrated & Alliterated: An Alphabet Book and #SamSketches: A Coloring Book are available in the children’s department of Book Revue.

The paintings currently being shown are a conglomeration of her interests: design, nature, and her SamSketches brand and character. Over the years, she has been privately commissioned to create portraits, abstracts, or images that have been brought to her. This year marks her return to creating paintings of her own choosing, as well as it is her first year presenting such material to the public.

 

To learn more about Samantha and view her work you are welcome to visit: samsketches.com

 

 

Every month at Book Revue, we feature a local artist who we feel will interest or intrigue our customers.

Please visit the artist’s work prominently featured in the Fiction corner of the store.

All of the artwork on display is available for purchase.

 

Shelved.

Book Revue Store Sign

It is official.

A long time goal of mine has been reached this past week, and now I can check one more item off of my “Life Goals: A  Things-to-Do List.”  (That list may or may not exist and be logged in one of my Evernote App notebooks).

What am I typing about?

Shelved.Why, I am glad you asked — not just one, but two of my books have made it through the competitive selection process for Huntington’s Book Revue Local and Independent Authors Program.  Both my titles, Illustrated & Alliterated: An Alphabet Book as well as #SamSketches: A Coloring Book, can now be found within their walls and on their shelves to buy.

If you are not familiar with Long Island’s largest independent bookstore, it is past due you make yourself acquainted. Many authors, ranging from Hillary Clinton, to Danielle Fishel, to Ron Perlman, have not only had their books on the shelves, but made Book Revue a stop along the way of their book tours (and that is just a sampling of who has visited in the past couple months).  Plus, I just told you my books are there now, and that in itself is plenty of reason enough for you to stop by and visit!

Hung Up.

2014 continues to be the year of new experiences and checkpoints reached.  I am going to be sad in a few months when it comes to a close, but excited for all the possibilities that 2015 will have in store for me.

 

VarnishingMost recently, I sent out an application via email with some jpegs attached and waited for a response to gain acceptance into what would be my first venture into hanging my art up on a wall (that was not my own) and have it proudly displayed for stranger upon stranger to view.  If selected, my work would hang for just over a month, my name, photo, and bio, displayed alongside it for these strangers to learn a little bit more about me.   After a period of time had passed, I began thinking I didn’t make the cut. Especially once I learned that only 10 – 15 artists were being selected for this exhibit. Perhaps it was self doubt, or me just being plain o’l antsy, but I decided it wasn’t happening and that was alright (as an artist you get used to silent rejection on basically a daily basis).
Well, to my surprise an email response came the next day. The first sentence made me feel like I was being set up for a gracious let down, “Thank you for your recent submission…” the expected thank you for submitting your work statement — and then bam — “I am delighted to inform you that your work has been chosen to become part of this exhibition.”  !!!! Yes.

 

Frames were then quickly ordered, and very cost effectively acquired via Jerrysartarama.com .  I tracked/stalked their delivery via online tracking (I love technology sometimes, I really truly do). The day they arrived I opened the giant box and began to frame my own paintings for the very first time in my life.  This was a wondrous and beautiful endeavor, never before had I seen my work in such a polished and finished state.  If you paint and have never framed a work of your own, I implore you — go out and do it. Framing

 

Then this past Thursday, I rode out to Garden City’s Roosevelt Field Mall to where the exhibit is set to take place — the Bloomingdale’s Furniture Gallery. There among other artists I was led through the different rooms (this place is a giant maze if you haven’t been there before) and given a few options on rooms to hang my work, as well as to hang it as I chose.  Once  I had made a selection — above a bed — I was given nails, hooks, and told I was free to hang.

 

Left there alone, I thought, “Does that mean I can just climb on the bed?”
::looks around, shrugs, removes shoes, climbs on bed, starts hammering::

 

Half an hour later they were up. Thank goodness I happened to be carrying a hammer in my purse and had decent matching socks on my feet!

 

For more information on the show you can Visit Bloomingdale’s Event Page Here

 

 

2014 BLOOMINGDALE’S AND LONG ISLAND ARTS ALLIANCE ART EXHIBIT
September 10, 2014 – October 26, 2014

Hanging ArtBloomingdale’s, Long Island Arts Alliance and the Long Island Hispanic Chamber of Commerce are pleased to present a collaborative art exhibition during September’s National Hispanic Heritage Month, a prelude to the celebration of Arts Alive LI – October Arts Month!

Latin Americans come from over 20 countries and have a wide array of customs and rich and varied histories. That’s why celebrating Latino culture is a bit like eating tapas: you get to try a little sampling of everything. This exhibit is designed to celebrate Long Island’s rich Hispanic artistic heritage by presenting a sampling of works by artists of Hispanic descent specializing in several different artistic styles.

 

Available. Illustrated & Alliterated: An Alphabet Book

Well, well, well, what do we have here? Oh, just my latest book now available in paperback via Amazon, and available as an ebook at the iBookstore via iTunes — no biggie.

You should really click the images and visit the pages… purely just a suggestion of course.  [do. it.]

 

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Aspiring [Featured] Artist.

Over the weekend I was introduced to someone as an aspiring artist. And while I did smile and nod, say hello, the whole nine yards – I inwardly cringed. See, I am quite a literal person when it comes to that word.

as·pire  (-spr)

intr.v. as·piredas·pir·ingas·pires

1. To have a great ambition or ultimate goal; desire strongly:

 

Over the long span – or short span depending on your own personal age – of years that encompass my life, I have admittedly previously been afraid of being given the title of “artist.” This mainly out of my thought that I had not yet earned to have that word placed before my name. But I feel that over the last couple years I have earned the title. And more over, I have been coming to enjoy the title, as well as welcome it as a description of who I am as a person.

 

So over the weekend, I inwardly cringed.

 

I do not believe that I am any longer someone who is “desiring strongly” to be an artist, or has an ambition to be one because I am one. I do not believe any ill will was meant in my introduction. Quite the contrary, my introducer (not a real word, but go with it) was very excited to have met me minutes before and was very warm in her words.

 

Later on I discussed this with someone. With their help, I came to the conclusion that the phrase was based mainly to mean someone who is an artist and is now hoping to make something more of that point, i.e. money, large body of work, a certain range of renown for their actions. Which, in my case entirely fits. With that in mind, I can inwardly cringe less. Even if that is not what the phrase means, it’s what I am sticking with. ;)

 

With this in mind, another word lately has being put before that “artist” title I have placed in front of my given name; featured. Now this word, I am much more comfortable with. No inward cringe, just an outward smile.

 

fea•tured (ˈfi tʃərd) 

adj.

1. made a feature or highlight; given prominence.

 

For this word, I have no qualms. All I have are two links, to pages where I am just that, featured  —
(more to be added as the year continues)