I’ve been doing a lot of painting lately. All smaller pieces ranging from 4x4 inches and 8x8 inches (with one 2x4 footer thrown in there), but a lot them. And it is all because of one person: Ryan “R.W.” Rafferty, my hot mason boyfriend.
He's real cute and hard to say no too and sends me pictures of the masonry work he works on during the day and it melts my heart. These are the steps he's be working on ---->
Have you seen better paver laying before? I think not.
Anyway, I’m one of those people who when I like a guy I talk about him a lot. Lately, I have noticed I have been in Ryan Rafferty gushing overload, and I just can’t seem to stop myself. I hear it, I try to imagine what people I am talking to are thinking, I bite my lip for a few moments, and then eventually I break down and talk about him.
So with that being said, it seems only natural that I blog about him, and it just so happens to work into the theme of ARTWORK! HOORAY!
How you ask?
Well, of the most recent 9 pieces I have recently completed/am working on, 5 of them are for him. Plus, it might be good to just get it all out. If I write about him on the internet, that is like telling as many people as possible at once, and that might calm me down a bit. Or nauseate everyone and push them over the edge and get them to tell me to shut the f up. Either way, this will be effective.
So where to start? It all starts with the Rangers painting to the left. Ryan loves the Rangers. When we first started dating, he took me out on our first two dates. He bought me flowers both times and paid both times. He dressed really nice and eventually took me to a restaurant where he wore a shirt and tie. Too damn cute.
I’m not one to mooch, but he wouldn’t let me pay. I really liked that, but I also wanted to make sure he knew I liked him just as much, so I wanted to do something for him. So I got to work on the Rangers painting.
When I gave it to him, it didn’t seem like much. But a couple weeks later he told me it was the sweetest thing anyone had ever given him. I did good.
Next up, my Bob Marley painting. It’s done. I’ve decided it. I love it. I’m not touching it. Simplistically perfect. It is destined (and confirmed today) that it is a part of the November Bob Marley artshow at Jamian’s! Huzzah!!!
I’m planning on pricing it at $800/Offers Accepted. I think I could get it, or at least I’d like to see how it goes.
Ryan made mention that he wanted to buy it.
For some reason I don’t want him to buy it.
1. I don’t want to charge him that much. As boyfriend to the artist I would have to give him a discount.
2. I want to sell it to someone who doesn’t know me in an attempt to get my name out there.
Thus I politely tried to tell him I didn’t want to sell it to him. He instead asked for a smaller version. I accepted this. I am currently re-creating this on an 8x16 canvas. I only have the background done, but it’s spot on.
At this point, Ryan caught the bug. The “I want paintings” bug. This has hit most people I know. And I can see it being cool, having a friend who paints. So much that at one point I had tell all my friends and family members that I am not longer giving paintings to people. I will barter them, and give discounts to close friends, but not for free. Painting is a way I supplement my income and it takes a lot of my free time.
It wasn’t an issue by any means when he asked me to paint him a Budweiser painting: King of Beers (the red version). He wanted one for his dad. Now, I have yet to meet his father, thus, I jumped at this opportunity. What better way to ingratiate yourself to your new boyfriend’s father then to paint him a painting of his favorite beers? So I did it (and it worked beautifully). Then as I was working on it, Ryan wanted one for himself. So I painted the second King of Beers (the white version).
Jobs completed, I moved on to the Canvas Project paintings and completed 1 of 3 canvases: Nursery.
The day I completed Nursery, Ryan and I went to see Inception (awesome by the way). When we got out, we came back to my house to watch and episode of It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia. This is our thing. I introduced him to the show, and he loves it. Who wouldn’t?
As we are watching the episode Ryan asked me to do an Inception painting. The poor boy. He must have caught me at the wrong moment, or he just asked for too many paintings within the span of one week, either way, I got slightly indignant. He got the “you need to respect my paintings” speech. I must have scared him too, because he instantly got apologetic and offered to pay me for the paintings. I told him to just take me to the Olive Garden and we’d be square.
As I am nearing the finish of his Inception painting (a simple black square with the words Inception: A dream within a dream), I showed him for his approval and he first reaction was “How much do I owe you?” I really struck the fear in his heart. Fear of an angry unpaid artist girlfriend. Eventually he was persuaded that I was happy to do them and that I would accept payment in the form of his company. Cause I was. And I am very pleased with the paintings and the good will they have inspired.
These painting also got me painting again. It got me back to enjoying it, and looking forward to the days where I just watch TV and paint. It’s guilt free tv watching and there is nothing I like more. I'm actually starting to begrudge any weekend plans that prevent me from being able to dedicate at least 8 hours to paining. Why can't that be my job? (Although for the record, still loving my actual job).
It also reminds me that I owe people paintings. Lots of people. And I am truly going to try and get them done by the end of the year. I believe I have 5 paintings that are owed, and 3 more that I have ideas for. If I do two a month, I will start 2011 painting debt free. And that would be nice. It would be nice to make good on my word to my friends and the people I care about.
So thank you Ryan Rafferty, for making me smile and making me paint, even if you totally used up your free boyfriend painting quota for 2 years in 1 month. You’re too sweet for me to care.
P.S. At the current moment I do not feel like checking this for typos or grammatical errors. Please don’t judge to harshly.