Art can save the world (part 2)

"Art has the power to turn people who previously egged you into your admirers" was probably the message of my previous blog...this blog is more along the lines of

"Art can save the world, if random people saying funny things to you whilst your doing art constitutes saving the world"

I have finally finished my house mural it looks like this:

Here are some funny things that passers by have said to me whilst I painted and in brackets is what I should have said back

'Are you Banksey's Mrs' (Maybe I am Banksey)

'Is this Graffiti' (It's middle class home owner's graffiti)

'Are you a little artist?' (I'm kneeling down, but I'm an adult it's my actual job it says community artist on my marriage certificate and everything.)

'Your talents being wasted' (how do you know? are you just assuming that I have some boring job and I'm doing this for fun, or are you assuming that I have another talent that I'm wasting by doing awful art instead?)

'Dat's decent girl'

'My dog can draw better than I can' (well you have a very talented dog...I did actually say that)

It was a lot of fun and I'm a little bit sad it's over but I have started a new similar project in the back garden of a lovely old Swiss couple who saw me painting this one. I'm so glad to be doing some paid art work during the summer holidays. This little commission could have all gone very wrong before it even started but thankfully the man was too Swiss to realise what was going on. I shall explain....

My husband Dan like to phone me and put on silly accents about 2 weeks ago he managed to totally fool me by phoning from his work phone and putting on an Indian accent. A few days later the Swiss man stoped me in the street and asked for my contact details. I had given out about 5 business cards whilst doing this work and everyone who took one said something like 'I'll be in contact' but a week later no one had contacted me. Then last week I was stuck in traffic when my phone went, at first I hung up but they phoned back so I answered. As soon as I heard the foreign accent I said 'Dan I know it's you, ha ha ha I'm driving phone me later.' luckily the man ignored all this and continued to talk, I was about to hang up thinking it was someone trying to sell me something, when I realised who he was.

p.s. I just spell checked this an it is amusing to discover that the spell check for this blog doesn't have the word 'blog' in it's dictionary, it suggests I mean bog.