I have art in my life...  Not the "stroll through the museums and contemplate the meaning of life" kind of art (though we do that sometimes.) I have a spouse who is a professional artist. My sister is a professional artist. My other sister is a seamstress/artist/I can make anything and sell it kinda person. My good friend is a professional artist.  They are everywhere I turn. They are my life.  I love my life, it can just get exhausting sometimes.

Like, if one more person at my children's school asks me if I would like to help with the giant project, whip together this sign or be an art docent or can I blah, blah, blah...  You get my meaning. Right? Little tiring.

I am me. I am the left side of art.  I am my own. Although... my spouse and I are like one person split in two.  The right brained one people ooooo and ahhhhhh over and left brained one people can't figure out what I actually do.

The Left Side of Art.  That is what I was going to call this blog, or the Other Side of Me.  But those were taken... they both would have worked, maybe better, but I came up with Art Widow.  Cause, well, over everything else, art is the core of our family. Its how we pay rent, health care, food and extra curricular activities for ourselves and our kids. Art is the never ending game here.

Sports widow, baseball Widow, football widow, art widow.  "A woman who must deal with the temporary death of her relationship during a sports season." Only, art is our life and living, so there is no end to my season. The relationship is far far far from dead (excellent and loving husband.) But at no time are we without the all encompassing thing "art." So there are times I feel like an art widow, and I wanted somewhere I could talk about it.