When I began making my Fractal Art, one of the many ideas given to me was to consider Interior Design and Home Décor. I often heard, “Ohhhh, great colors! Nice designs.” “Those would make lovely fabrics or drapes…”
It was with those seeds, which were planted in my head years ago, that kept me determined to keep that vision in mind. I was certain to get to that crossroad…but when and how to do it? Were the questions.
A client who was an artist and made bronze cast sculptures, saw some of my pieces and suggested I apply to be juried in to the local gallery, where her art was on display. I did, and much to my surprise, my art was accepted. The jury was a group of matured, established, married, and mostly retired artists– all the things I was not. I was young, extremely colorful and my fractals were different than anything they had ever seen. Only one juror knew what fractals were. Regardless, this was one of my first ventures working with experienced artists, and pretending not to be intimidated, I did my best to just fit in and find a way to belong to this new group of beautiful people.
My art was on officially on display beginning the month of a particular November. My first group event with the gallery was for a White Elephant Gift Exchange Christmas Party where all 44 artists would get together for a pot luck dinner and exchange presents at one of the artists’ homes.
The party was hosted in a custom mansion built into the magical and stunning red rocks of Sedona, by the actual owners/artists themselves. It was overwhelming just pulling up the driveway …the view as you spiraled to the entrance left you speechless and captured every bit of the 360-degree view as you approached the fortress. Wow.
Let me get inside…
Inside, you saw the view.
A few walls in the distance going down the hallways led to other areas in the house. But the party was in what was called, the “view room.” Seriously, it was floor to ceiling windows with just enough wall in between to pass building safety codes. Mouth agape, I tried not to feel awkward, but I couldn’t help it. Was I even dressed up enough to stand in this living room? It looked like diamonds were embedded in the carpeting it sparkled when any light hit it. The place was phenomenal.
Imagine the one I grew up in, it looked like this; A Formica table and counter tops, easy to clean and durable. A rug in front of the sink to catch the water drips so the floor didn’t turn black. The kitchen is my spot of comfort in any one’s home. But I’d never seen anything like this one before. The arrangement and set up was to the owner’s comfort and it showed. It was a half circle kitchen. The long oval island which separated the dining room and the kitchen contained its own sink, dishwasher, cabinets, wine racks and food warmer. The walls of the kitchen were built with stone and an open brick pizza oven donned one of the ends as a spire, spouting the smoke through the roof as well as creating heat for the room. It was at full blast and delicious pizzas were coming out every 12 minutes.
The kitchen floor, which was all marble, hosted a 4-inch-thick pad just wide enough and perfectly fit along the floor edges and under the cabinetry, allowing the chef to stand on cushion, rather than the marble, as beautiful as the marble was.
There I stood, hanging out in an established arena of artists, some much more well-known than others. I was a lot younger than they were. My art was different. I was different. I was pioneering something refreshing, new and Avant-Garde. They didn’t understand and really, only a few wanted to know what a fractal was…
“Math is the language with which God wrote the Universe,” said Galileo Galilei.
“These are codes. Pieces of Sacred Geometry written in Fractal Mathematics. Everything is energy and written in numbers, including our DNA. Computers read and speak via codes of numbers. We are all fractals,” I explained to them.
I tried to keep it simple, saying, “Complex codes creating fabulous colors.” Five words, still over their heads…
But ok, not a big deal. I still found my comfort in the kitchen, again…not for the food or preparation this time, but for the conversation. A few approached and tossed out a question to me…I replied in such heady explanations that they thought I must be a math genius, or scientist of a sort…How did numbers make colors…they couldn’t get it.
The more they drank, the easier it became for them to chat with me. They were certainly curious about me, and were finding a way to approach me. The ones who did found me quite funny and brilliant, and we all laughed together. They asked great questions and I explained my understanding of the new age shift going on, bringing in the research and science of how in fact energetically, we are all changing at a cellular level. I shared that my art was in fact, played a significant role in working with this shift and energetically challenging and changing times. That they are used for meditating. I explained to a few how I created my Fractals– sitting is a grounded state, much like an intuit who communicates with words. That I do something very much the same, except I see information in shapes and colors and it is with these puzzle pieces I create these vibrating images. A few hung out long enough to also hear that my fractals were portals and I work with the angels of the healing ray downloading angelic energy into each piece as I go, and at the end to assure its frequencies. Several, just shook their heads, stumped. A few never even cared to speak with me. They seemed to just scoff me off as a probable fly by night, and wanna-be-artist. They couldn’t quite understand me or my art and didn’t want to even try.
What is my category how do they label me? I don’t shoot photographs nor throw clay. I don’t string jewelry making fashion pieces that adorn ones’ neck and arms. I do not use a palette to organize my colors. I do not recycle old things and re-create something new. I’ve only made a mess when I’ve tried those things. I make fractals. My palette is filled with codes of colors made from complex mathematical formulas where I have command of the spectrums like a pianist does his octaves. I am a pioneer in the field of amazing, one of a kind, vibrant, energetic, spiritual, new age and avant-garde art. I am a Fractal Artist.
You see, Beauty and Brains can be a dangerous combination and I have both. Dressed to the nines, I really looked great on their carpeting, when I stood on it, by the way.
The White Elephant Gift Exchange began. I was number 37 out of 49. I brought my partner to the party and he was number 26, which means, I had two gifts in the pile.
One gift included two of my custom NJoyFractals pillows, a custom duvet cover and a matching print to hang on the wall, completing the entire matching set and ensemble for any bedroom.
The other gift was a custom NJoyFractals shower curtain, towel set and matching print to hang on the wall, all of which were of a different choice and style from my NJoyFractals collections, a new and refreshing color scheme set for any bathroom makeover.
The first gift was picked from the pile and unwrapped. it was a reindeer hat complete with lights and bells attached to the antlers, and a switch, that when flipped to the “on” position, played an annoying song while the lights blinked all around the person’s heads who was wearing it. It was funny to watch a bunch of grown-ups fight over that hat the first few rounds…fortunately, there was a two time turn over rule for any gift, so the fun was limited. The gag got old and the next number, number 7 didn’t want it. So he picked from the pile without much thought and chose one of my boxes! Yikes, the owner of the home I was in. A well-known oil painter. The husband of the couple that walked away from the group of people who were chatting with me a while back! They both had turned their noses up at me and shook their heads as they passed by, I remembered. He was going to hate my gift, as nice as it was. He was going to HOPE someone else would want it and take it from them, fighting over it, like that hat with the lights and bells on it. So I sat and waited for him to open it. Anticipating his worst reaction… Lots of noise around the room by onlookers… “Big box!” “Good pick!” “It’s going to be a gag gift!” “Drats, I wanted that one, I’m number 17.” Tons of commentary was happening while he unwrapped my gift.
He pulls two small towels out… “What are they? Napkins?” I hear from the crowd. Then someone says, “A cloth to wipe your spilled oil paint with?” They all start to laugh. He reaches in and pulls out two more towels, just bigger ones and I hear, “Hahaha, a drop cloth!” More laughter. Jeez. I’m doomed.
And then, he pulls out the shower curtain. It was in a separate package and he had to open that separately. And when he did, he had his wife and the other artists sitting next to him unfold it and hold it up for everyone to see. And That’s when it happened. The room grew silent. No one laughed this time. They couldn’t, they were in absolute awe. They had never seen anything like it before. They were floored. Stunned! All they seemed to be able to mutter was an “ohhhhhhhh,” sound. Someone peeped into the box and saw that it wasn’t empty and said look, there’s more. He reached in and pulled it out unwrapping the matching print. That’s when they realized it was my gift. They recognized the print from the gallery. It was like an unveiling of a Michelangelo.
I was like the winner of a big award and all of a sudden everyone wanted to know more. As the commotion continued the wife attempted to secretly pack the box back up with her husband’s lovely score in attempts to hide it from the future numbers lined up to pick a gift from the pile. Not a chance. The next number, number 8 took the gift from the husband without hesitation. His wife began to steam. Number 14 took it from number 8. Number 22 chose my second gift box. This time she pulled the pillows out first and everyone lost their minds! “OH my God! Pillows!” “I want them! I want them!” I heard a bunch of times. And then out came the duvet cover. They couldn’t control themselves. “Wow! I’ve never seen anything like that!” “What a great idea!” “They’re incredible!” “That’s your art Nina? On the pillows? Really?” “I can’t do that with my Clay-What a great idea!” “I want them. I’m stealing that gift, I’m the next number!” I’m number 25. I’m stealing that box from you!” It was really hysterical to watch grown-ups fight over pillows and a duvet cover, but they did. Number 25 did end up with it in the end. The other two winners that had to give up my gifts actually approached me after the party and inquired about a personal orders, one for gift sets for their children and new grandchild, the other for their guest house as they are remodeling it and wanted to design it around the artwork.
And so it began….
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