Okay, it's time to vent a little. In my experience, artists as a group are friendly, outgoing, eager to share their time and expertise, and supportive of each other. That being said, there always is the rare exception to the rule, and the inflated ego of one such exception has reared its ugly head. I received a phone call today from a friend of mine, who happened to be the recipient of a very negative communication from one such inflated ego with a large chip on his shoulder. She was understandably upset and confused, and just needed to be assured that she had done nothing wrong. WELL. Of course she had done nothing wrong. IMHO, this self-absorbed crybaby deserves nothing less than to be tossed out on his ear. I still don't get it. After a considerable time on this earth dealing with many different personalities, I would think that people could make an effort to try and get along with each other, at least in a business/casual relationship that doesn't involve more than polite conversation. Puh-lease. It's not that hard.
Okay, I'm finished. Just had to get that out.
On a brighter note, it looks like it's going to be a gorgeous Mother's Day. Woo-hoooo! And, I received a beautiful bouquet of lilies from daughter K and granddaughter A today, that are just begging to be painted. As soon as they open up a little more. So, all in all, life is good. I've learned that you sometimes have to search for the bright spots, but they're out there if you look hard enough. So keep your eyes open for the good things, and let the junk roll into the gutter. After venting a little, of course.