Aimee Noel Matthews

Nov 12, 2007

AGGG Opening Reception

Thumbs up! It's going to be a great night.

Group photo of the artists of AGGG.

Me and my wonderful friend, Debra

Aug 26, 2007

I would describe these as labors of love. Literally. Both refer to my tumultuous relationship of 6 years.

Love is a strange thing. A contrast, for me, of devotion and resentment. Some call this "compromise." I say whatever.

Am I bitter? Of course...Has it benefited me in any way? Absolutely.

I am a better artist for it, at least. Even though my heart is breaking

Aug 24, 2007

Be Brave, Be Strong, Be Proud

Most of my work tells a story that I don't understand myself until it is complete. My mind works like this: I see a pile of images - sometimes they bombard me. Then I start sorting them, one by one, on the canvas. At then I realize they each relate to another object in the piece, and finaly, it all becomes clear... and the story is inevitable revealed.

This one is named Passage

Aug 22, 2007

I'm No Scientist...

...but I believe I've worked out the formula for a successful painting:

3 Diet Pepsis + reckless abandon + No place to be = Voila! Success.

Feel free to borrow this formula, as no patent is pending at this time.

Aug 21, 2007

Proud Mommy

I've had Zen now almost 6 months, rescued from the animal shelter. I held about 8 different cats and kittens that day, trying to find a loveable, helpless kitty. The moment I held Zen, I knew. Like love at first sight.

He wakes me up by bumping my nose with his and licking my hand. Today, I wondered why anyone would ever give up such a wonderful animal...They really missed out. Perhaps they regret it to this day?

When I am away, I can't wait to get home to see him. I know you might find it strange, but it's comforting to have someone who looks forward to seeing you come home and actually enjoys your company, oh - and appreciates you just as you are. And this picture illustrates just what a baby he is - curled up in my arms. So, if I never have children, it's okay - at least I have Zen to love. And to love me back...unconditionally.

Saving Aimee

Working on "KEPT". I'm in a painting frenzy right now....it's great therapy, especially for my self-esteem. Kind of makes me forget...things.

Aug 18, 2007

Operation Aimee

STEP ONE:
Self-Esteem

Aug 16, 2007

What the...Zen?

My cat is possessed. My best guess would be by a 4 year old brat with no respect for the sleepless and weary.

This is how I awake every morning as of late...and by morning, I mean when it's still dark (I wouldn't know the hour as I do my best to remain horizontal til at least 9 am):

"Mreow..." Thwap. Clang. One of my eyes pops open to see Zen staring at the floor from atop my dresser.
"Mreow! ( a little louder this time)" Thwap. Clinkety clink. Zen pointedly staring at me.
"Hrmm...Mreowwww!" translated: "Wake the frick up, lady!" Thwap. Thud. Zen purposefully looks at the floor, makes eye contact with me and looks back at the floor, as if to say: "See that - get up or I'll continue to clean every item off your dresser, one by one, til you stick your finger in my food bowl and I get three ice cubes."

Yes, I said three ice cubes. Not only do I have to refresh his water almost every other hour but he gets a special kick out of ignoring it until I drop in three ice cubes. The crackle and hiss of a frozen cube dropping into room-temp water fascinates my furry demon. Now, his food dish is one of those you can fill up so that he can eat for several days before I have to fill it again. So, he's basically angry that I haven't dragged myself out of bed at an ungodly hour simply to shove two fingers in his food dish to get the dry morsels to trickle down (by the way, it isn't empty, just low) and provide a refreshing drink for His Highness.

As he happily laps up near frozen water, I stumble back into bed trying not open my eyes more than necessary...I have at least 24 hours before the "meow, thwap, thud" begins again.