This morning I wrote about having my day changed because of someone else skipping an opportunity. Because of that, I got to hang and work with an artist and fellow renaissance woman I have admired from afar for quite a while now. Lindsay has a wide and varied artistic skill set. She can out–sketch most people, she paints, sculpts and is a master of set design among other things.
It was enlightening to say the least. We started at breakfast, chatting excitedly about similar experiences, being reminded of Europe, standing in Casa Buonarotti (Michaelangelo's house), seeing the failure of western influence on eastern and third world culture, eating a super local winter root breakfast hash at the Nova and getting a bit too caffeinated.
We lost track, we needed to get to work, time was short. We jammed over to the studio and unloaded the myriad props we had each brought and it was on. No questions, no second guessing, no critiquing each other. She did her job and I did mine. The artistic trust was instant and strong. We busted ass and did what we could, with what we had, where we were. To say it was fun would be a mis-understatement. New word! :)
Anyways, it was a great morning and afternoon. A fabulous conversion of failure to success, and I can't wait for the next time.