Kristy Lee Art

Art Exhibition,Why??               So last night I slept a tiny bit, now its 5:00am, woohoo!  This art exhibition is work, both physically and mentally!!! My lists have lists!  Who ever said it would be a good idea to host my own solo show probably never hosted a their own show. Does an artist ever feel really ready for this? So much doubt starts entering your head, but only for a moment because, hell if you have time now to second guess this big decision. It all started when a neighbor mentioned that she knew someone that knew someone, that has a space that I could show my art and that its free. Oh, did I mention its free! Music to an artists ears. Not much in this crazy art world if free! So against my better judgement I decided to go for it.  Now I find that I paint all night, make more lists in the mornings and try to get the word out about my event in the afternoons. Oh, did I mention that Im from that other generation, so Im pr...

Harold Garde,   American Abstract Expressionist Artist This past summer I was given an incredible opportunity to interview the great Harold Garde, an American Abstract Impressionist painter. I had so many things that I wanted to ask this legend in the arts. I armed myself with a wealth of knowledge so I would be prepared. However, once I entered his home, all that went out the window. As he walked me around his home, all I could do was stare. He lives surrounded by his art, some on the walls, others on the floor, in the kitchen, the hallways, and even the bedroom. For me, this was like taking a child to a candy store. There was one masterpiece after another!  Then, it was time for our interview. I sat right next to this legend, and he allowed me to ask him anything. I soon realized that this 95 year old Master was a sharp as they come. He answered all of my questions in depth, talking about his younger years, up until today.  I must tell you that this senior is no sl...

Where did I Begin?      It started way back in Kindergarten, when I discovered drawing. I remember seeing these matchbooks lying around that advertised an Art School.   Coming from two parents that smoked I had availability to matchbooks, that had “Draw the Pirate or Turtle. For hours, I’d sit and draw until I had a masterpiece. But wait, did I mention that we were basically poor, or that I was one of five children? Oh, and did I mention that my Dad was an Alcoholic, that played a guitar in the local bars. Or that my Mom, when she wasn’t scraping together money and food for us, would spend her extra time chasing down the whereabouts of my Dad.    So, when I handed my Mom my amazing drawings of the Pirate, I should have known that they wouldn’t get any further than the kitchen table or the trash can. Mom could never have spent extra money on an envelope, or stamp.   While knowing that we didn’t have extra money for such things. I always assum...