A couple days ago, Corina Roberts asked if I would like a not too serious guest post featuring Grace and Skye prepping their models for NaMoPaiMo. Of course, I said yes. This post - and its prologue are the happy result. I have optimistically added the words "part one" to the title, because I am hoping this is the first of many. Thank you, Corina, Grace and Skye!
Grace and Skye's NaMoPaiMo, Part One
by Corina Roberts
We blame everything on NaMoPaiMo. Really. Because before Grace decided she wanted to participate in 2021, none of what they have today existed.
Grace felt it was important to have a proper space to do art. And that might include some furnishings. And some artwork, for inspiration. Never mind what horse she was going to paint, she needed a place to do it. And so did Skye.
January was a flurry of activity. Katy Niles made the girls custom beds. There were frequent trips to various stores to find the rest of the furnishings. Linens. Lighting. And art. And idols. And animals. The girls threw themselves wholeheartedly into every detail. The model horse community cheered them on with gifts...from art and grooming supplies to clothing, tack and saddles.
That's another thing we like to blame on NaMoPaiMo. The very real sisterhood that emerged between the girls.
NaMoPaiMo changed the way we approach equine art. It has to be the best work our hands can do...our very best effort, every time. That doesn't mean things always go to plan...but if we've done our best, there's an immense satisfaction in being able to say, "I did it."
Grace and Skye painted their first ever models in 2021. In fact, they painted their first ever anything. Grace's model sold before it was completed. The second model she painted won a contest. Skye has taken up two dimensional art, and together, the girls recently completed a life-size resin, the Bremen Town Singers, which includes a donkey, hound dog, cat and rooster.
We can hardly wait for NaMoPaiMo 2022.
The NaMoPaiMo candidates filled the table, in various states of readiness for painting. Skye ran her fingers along the raised foreleg of the Arab mare, marveled at her expressive eyes and finely chiseled muzzle.