27 10, 2024

My Happy-O-Meter

2024-10-27T09:19:43-04:00

Twisted, gnarly oak trees are projecting interesting-shaped shadows onto the dry fall grass below. Pink and purple clouds are glowing from the morning light, blending into the distant purple hills. The hot Texas sun is taking a fall break and we’re experiencing what we call “California Weather,” which is about as perfect as it gets here and one of the few signs of fall we experience. 

Like being wrapped in a warm blanket, it’s good to be home after weeks of travel. There really is no place like home. Or is there?

A Formerly Crazy Life

I have to admit that as much as I’ve jumped back into life post-Covid, I’ve resisted my former travel habits of being almost continuously a road warrior. After slowing down, the thought of waking up in hotel rooms for 120 nights a year wasn’t very appealing. And though I’ve traveled to my convention, retreats, and art & painting tours, which is part of doing business for me and more fun than most things I do, I’ve avoided all the extra travel I used to do that wasn’t mandatory.

After summer in the Adirondacks, I was home in Austin for exactly 48 hours before catching a flight to California, where I spent the better part of three weeks at my retreat, judging an art show, and speaking at a few events. 

Instead of being exhausted, I was invigorated because I encountered people I’d not seen in years. 

Missing You

Especially eye-opening to me were the friendships I’ve missed. For instance, before my Fall Color Week retreat, I visited with my great friends Mitch and Shelly to stay in their oceanfront estate. We spent lots of time catching up, but best of all, Mitch had arranged a surprise for me by inviting our old weekly painting group to go painting together again after at least a decade. Our time together was as if we hadn’t missed a beat. Including the bad jokes. We picked up where we left off. The only difference — absence makes the heart grow fonder.  I appreciated them more and was sad when it ended.

This of course was just one of many special moments reconnecting with friends I’ve missed seeing. 

As I was packing up to head back to Texas, I had a spring in my step and a big smile on my face. It was apparent to me how much I love being around friends, making new friends, and being around the art world, speaking at and judging events … in person. 

My conclusion: It was such a joy, I need to be “out there more.”

So, after years of declining speaking gigs and requests to judge major art shows, I’ve decided to make myself available to travel more. But never at the pace of travel before Covid. Of course, there is a problem … I’ve got a company to run and a few dozen employees to feed. So when I’m traveling and not at my desk, I tend to fall into a black hole. I’ll have to figure out a solution to that problem.

Don’t Let the Gremlins In

When we get set in our ways, gremlins somehow creep into our psyche. Before a trip I would find myself saying things like, “I’ve traveled for 40 years on business trips. I’m done,” or, “I can’t spend one more night away from home in a hotel room.” Or, “I wonder if I could wait a couple more days.”

Pretty grumpy, huh?

In what ways have the gremlins entered into your head?

What stories are you telling yourself about the things you don’t want to do?

I have to admit, before some trips I tell myself, “I don’t want to get on an airplane tomorrow.” Yet once I get there, and get engaged, I’m at my happiest.

Where are you your happiest?

I’m pretty happy wherever I am. It’s people that fuel my happy-o-meter, and I’ve decided to keep the meter pegged at 100% for the foreseeable future. I’m thinking I need to go on a world tour 🙂

Of course, once I’m home and I fall back into my routine of great meals and healthy eating, working out daily, and good-quality desk time, I’ll probably change my thinking.

What pegs your happy-o-meter?

What causes you to wake up with a giant smile on your face?

What causes you to be grumpy?
What can you do to avoid the things that don’t make you happy?

There is no rulebook.

There is no manual on how to live your life.Just because we grew up with a certain mindset does not mean we have to keep it.

Why not change it?

Why not get radical and chase what you love, and stop wasting time with gremlins?

Eric Rhoads

PS: Responsibility is a part of my DNA. I’m loyal to my family and their needs; that always comes before my rogue ideas. But sometimes you gotta shake things up a little.

Everyone remember to vote. Vote your heart. Don’t vote the way you think you’re supposed to. But vote.

What I’m focused on at the moment…

Do you ever have that feeling that you know something that no one else knows … and you’re just itching to tell them?

I’m working on a project that could be the biggest thing I’ve ever done in my career. But if I told you, I’d have to put a pillow over your mouth, so you’ll just have to be patient.

What else?

1. Since we’ve had several printings of my best-selling book, someone mentioned to me the other day that it was selling for $100 on Amazon. I discovered that is because they are out of them and it’s time for another printing. So, stop the presses. The next edition will be updated to make sure it’s all 100% relevant to today. As you know, things change. So the book will change soon. Keep an eye out for a new edition.

2. A dream prompted the idea for our online art conferences. We have trained thousands of people, and we will again soon … our next one features art instructors from all over the world. It’s called REALISM LIVE. It’s our most well-rounded general conference on art … covering all subjects like landscape, figures, portraits, still life, and more. And it features styles ranging from classical academic realism to impressionism. It’s THE one every artist should attend in November.

3. Snow used to be my enemy. Especially around February. So I’ve created a new retreat called WINTER ESCAPE. I announced it three weeks ago and it’s already 40% sold out. It’s for people who want to escape the cold and snow, and come to Florida to paint with me for a week. WINTERARTESCAPE.COM.

4. Somewhat of a surprise is how many people are registering early for the PLEIN AIR CONVENTION & EXPO, to be held in May in Lake Tahoe and Reno. I just visited there and picked some amazing places where a thousand of us can paint together. This one can’t be missed. 

So much more around the corner … Stay well. 

My Happy-O-Meter2024-10-27T09:19:43-04:00
13 10, 2024

The Depth of Friends

2024-10-13T08:36:23-04:00

A thick bank of fog brightly fills the view from my window. I can barely make out the light gray silhouettes of distant palms and poetic eucalyptus trees. Today is my last full day in “sunny” California; tomorrow I’ll return to Texas.

We lived in Northern California for a decade, and our kids were born in Berkeley. But alas, we moved to escape excessive taxes and other issues that were deteriorating our quality of life and our bank account. But I have to admit, as I rode down the freeway near our old house and saw Mount Diablo, the massive mountain in our area that I frequently painted with friends, I found I had a sentimental tear in my eye.

Since I started painting, I’ve always wanted to live where I was inspired to paint. California provided me variety in droves. We were an hour from an amazing and colorful city, and two hours from the Carmel coast, with giant rocks, crashing waves, and beautiful cypress trees. Or in another direction, I could be in the High Sierra surrounding Lake Tahoe. I used to fly to these places as a tourist, but living here was different.

On this trip I started in San Francisco, drove to the coast, where I painted with friends, then drove to Tahoe for some business, then flew to Los Angeles for more business, and then I drove to Laguna Beach. It was the perfect time away in some of my favorite areas.

But the tear wasn’t just for the beauty and inspired landscape, it was for my friendships. Though I have friends all over the world, there is nothing quite like those you see all the time, almost every week. Thanks to my friend Mitch, a reunion of old painter buddies was orchestrated that included a day of painting. When I left Northern California, I did not realize what I was leaving; when I returned, I realized how much they were missed. We had not been together for a few years, but it was like we picked up exactly where we left off.

A couple of nights ago, I visited the owner of a wonderful art gallery (Huse-Skelly) in Balboa Island, which I’d never before seen. I had dinner with her and her husband and ended up encountering her friends everywhere we turned. I met one woman from my wife’s hometown, and another from mine. They were a group that has gathered at the same outdoor table since COVID, not knowing one another until brought together by circumstance. And as they say, it was the only good thing to come out of the pandemic, and a bunch of them still meet there every Thursday night.

Friendship traditions are so important. In my painting life I have traditions of meeting once a year at three different painting retreats and a convention. The same people come back year after year when they can, and when they don’t they are missed — yet each year new friends become part of the family. At home in Austin, we meet with friends from church once a week on Tuesday nights, something we look forward to. At the lake in the Adirondacks, we have weekly Taco Tuesday with friends, where we meet at their house or ours to cook together and catch up. And when I was living out here, my buddies and I would meet on Thursday mornings and spend the full day together painting. Some of the best times were conversations in the car to and from painting.

Last week I had a stark reminder that life is short and that we need to grab every opportunity to create time with friends to enrich our lives. A young woman, age 31, who I met at our Asheville-area Plein Air Convention, had her house float away and was missing for days, until her body was recovered last week. She was so excited to be able to go to the convention and to get a picture with me, which we found on her Facebook page. I’m thankful she managed to come and live part of her dream. But I’m deeply saddened that one of our art family is gone so young and so tragically, swept away by rushing waters.

This is a reminder that life is short, that the end of life can come like a thief in the night, rarely expected. This week I was conducting an interview with artist Peter Adams on camera, and I asked what he wanted to get done before his life ended. He knew exactly, and rattled off a list and what he was doing about it. 

What about you? 

Could you give me your list and the actions you are taking?

How would you answer these questions?

  • I’ve always wanted to _____, but I haven’t because of ____.
  • What are the three most important things you want to do before you die?
  • If you had one healthy year to live, what are the first three things you’d do?
  • If someone was talking about your life at your funeral, reading your accomplishments, what needs to be added to that list?
  • Who are the friends you’ve been meaning to see and spend time with? 
  • What have you always dreamed of doing but have not because of limited thinking or fear of failure?

Elon Musk asked which is worse… trying it and failing? Or never trying? 

You will fail. I fail all the time. But fail forward. Keep working toward your giant dream. Don’t look back in regret.

There is never enough time or money, but you can overcome any odds. 

Live for your dream.

Live for your bucket list.

Live for the people you love with whom you want to have rich memories 

Eric Rhoads

PS: My heart goes out to everyone impacted by the two major storms and the fires out West. If you can, find a charity you can trust and give something.

In the Carolinas, I trust Brushes for Vincent, which is helping kids and artists, Asheville’s River Arts District, and of course Samaritan’s Purse.

PS2: Last night I had the pleasure of judging and presenting the grand prize at the LPAPA (Laguna Plein Air Painters Association) art show. It was a spectacular event — well-run, highly respected, and very successful. I want to thank them for their hospitality, and my hosts for the lovely accommodations.

A week ago today we concluded my annual Fall Color Week artists’ retreat in Monterey, California. We had perfect, unseasonable weather, and I did the best paintings of my life and met loads of new friends. Thanks to everyone who attended.

My next retreat is called Winter Escape, and it’s coming in February in St. Augustine, Florida.

My next online event is Realism Live, November 13-15. 

Then it’s Watercolor Live in January.

And before you know it, we’ll return to the Plein Air Convention, in Lake Tahoe this May.

See you there!

The Depth of Friends2024-10-13T08:36:23-04:00