Embracing the Unknown: Finding Freedom, Vulnerability, and Community

The past six months have been nothing short of transformative, both freeing and vulnerable in ways I could never have anticipated. After intentionally wandering with Millicent, my endearing van, I let her go, marking the end of a chapter that carried me across every state in the nation, with a paintbrush in one hand and a literal atlas in the other.

Selling my house and Millicent was like shedding an old, beloved skin.

To watch MY Growing Bolder interview, click here.

There’s an exhilaration in letting go of anchors and saying goodbye to objects that feel like limbs—but it’s a paradox, too, as I’m left weightless, and sometimes unnervingly adrift. That freedom, as thrilling as it was, brought a new kind of vulnerability. It was the sensation of floating, unbound and light, but exposed, as if the world could turn me in any direction at any moment.

This summer, untethered by walls and a front door, I took the opportunity to pour myself fully into my art. I traveled to France, breathing in its landscapes and light, immersing myself in my family history. Finding inspiration in places that, centuries ago, inspired so many and where I watched my own mother paint during my youth.

There, I created with a renewed intensity,

each stroke capturing the essence of my journey.

Painting in my cousin Sandrine’s home in Villegats, France.

My mother painting in France 25 years ago.

Then came the last leg of my tour, taking me to Hawaii, where I would complete my goal of painting in all 50 states. When I crossed that finish line, though, it wasn’t the surge of accomplishment I had imagined—it was something quieter, almost anticlimactic. A type of relief, mixed with a bone-deep exhaustion. Maybe the satisfaction will arrive in retrospect, that delayed wave we sometimes experience with hard-won achievements.

And then, after months of feeling unmoored, I found myself doing the unexpected: buying a big house in Athens, Georgia, drawn in by the space, especially the art studio, even though it felt almost absurd to move from a van to a sprawling property. The openness and quietness of the house is still unfamiliar. After Millicent’s snug quarters, this new home feels almost daunting. It’s as though the rooms carry their own expectations, challenging me to fill them with the same sense of purpose and creativity I’d found on the road.

Taking time to smell the flowers in Giverny, France. Home to the famous Impressionist artist, Claude Monet.

The fall semester brought me back to the classroom, where I am teaching hundreds of students at Georgia State University about the art and science of professional sales. There’s a unique beauty in these moments, guiding and seeing sparks of potential in each of them. Building this program is a labor of love, a craft of its own. With each lesson, I feel a strange synthesis of my journey—the independence and adventure of the open road, now tethered to a steady pursuit.

This fall also brought unexpected but rewarding opportunities to share my journey on camera. I traveled to Orlando, Florida, to sit down with Amy Sweezey and the team from Growing Bolder, who interviewed me about completing my 50-state journey in Millicent. Telling my story to an audience that thrives on tales of resilience and growth felt deeply fulfilling. Shortly after, the University System of Georgia invited me to be filmed for a class designed for incoming students across the state. I was honored to share my experiences with young minds just beginning their own journeys, both academically and personally. These interviews brought a renewed energy, and I found myself inspired by the exchange.

There’s something powerful about storytelling in this format,

and I hope to continue exploring more opportunities to connect in this way.

To watch MY Growing Bolder interview, click here.

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Growing Bolder interview with Amy Sweezey.

Filming for the University Systems of Georgia.

As fulfilling as this journey has been, it also highlighted one of the harder truths about life on the road: the absence of community. I miss you, my friends, and the familiar rhythm of connection that roots us in place. Travel brings growth, but it can also leave us longing for those steady, grounding ties. Now, as I settle into this new chapter,

I am eager to rebuild that sense of community around me,

balancing the freedom of movement with the comfort of belonging.

Leaning into new landscapes, both physical and mental, is the artist’s journey. As I settle in, my art and teaching will continue to evolve, so will I.

It’s a journey without a finish line—just a boundless stretch of possibility ahead…

My students in the Marketing Meets Sales Competition at Georgia State University.  (Can you find me in the picture?)

Student leaders of the Sales Club at Georgia State University.

It’s a journey without a finish line—just a boundless stretch of possibility ahead…

Untethered

This blog post is unraveling from my mind onto a computer screen as I bounce up and down on a speeding bullet train from Paris to the south of France.  The fact that my feet crossed “the pond” at this moment is as surprising to me as it is to anyone else.  Surprising because I have just spent two years (and a painful amount of money) sitting behind a wheel of a van called “Millicent” and standing behind my mother’s bequeathed plein air easel to paint the horizons in each of the U.S. states.  As I write this, my foot pressed the gas pedal of the van for 45,184 miles and crossed 49 states, only 1 left to go – Hawaii!  No, the van is not going with me to the final state. 

In fact, Millicent has already departed, in search of other horizons with a new owner.  Yes, it was a bittersweet moment to say “hasta la vista baby”!

At the exact same time as the sale of Millicent the van, like cascading dominos, my house in Atlanta sold without being listed, and my professorship at the university moved online.  They say it comes in threes.  This trio, on the same day, figuratively hit me like the train I’m currently riding, scooped me up, and is carrying me to parts unknown.

With the snap of unseen fingers, I am…

“untethered”.

Let me take a deep breath and begin at the beginning of 2024.

Just a few months ago, this time it was my sister and I who were carried to uncharted territory together.  We were following the whispering of the still small voice of the heart and also following the roots of our ancient family tree.  The previously conceived intuitions were actuated by family members in France, and we quickly departed for our family’s motherland knowing that sensitive conversations should always take place face-á-face rather than by email. 

The details of those conversations are for another story…but

suffice it to say that 48 hours after returning to the U.S. from France, there was a knock at my door in Atlanta from a well-known realtor who asked if I would be willing to sell my house to a cash buyer at market rate.  She continued that the interested couple was only in Atlanta for one day and posed that they tour my home at 3:30pm.  I was stunned by the timing of this unexpected question and found myself saying, “Yes”. 

After a 20-minute tour, the purchasing negotiations began and ended successfully just as quickly as they had commenced. 

Did I really just say I would sell my house…and van…in the same day?   

It seemed right.        I felt 100% sure about saying ‘Yes’. 

I felt 100% UNsure about what was next. 

I also felt suspended in thin air and decided it was best to “lean in” to the uncertainty.  At times the uncertainty has wanted to overtake me with worry, but this untethering is opening new doors that I would never otherwise approach.  Leaning into the uncertainty is helping me to keep my eyes, heart, and mind open.  I say all this, as I’m bouncing down the tracks toward potentially unknown, tentative, and potentially exciting vistas. 

There is no current punchline to this story.  I am telling it to you as it is unfolding for me.  While recounting these events to a friend, she said, “This story gives me faith again and helps me to better understand the power of getting quiet, listening, and saying ‘yes’ to opportunities as they arise.”

For me, this unfolding and untethering story is the definition of faith.  Departing from solid ground when the destination is still unclear.     

As Christopher Columbus said, “You can never cross the ocean unless you have the courage to lose sight of the shore.”

At this moment my train to the south of France has arrived and I’m now disembarking to parts unknown.

“On verra”, as they say in French or “We shall see”!

Christiane Palpant

"49 States, 1 Van: A Journey of Resilience, Healing, and Artistic Revelation"

The Van Journey Idea – Far More Difficult Than I Considered: Embarking on a van trip to visit all 48 contiguous states in the United States was a dream-turned-reality, filled with challenges, unexpected detours, and moments of profound beauty. This journey, unfolded as a transformative chapter in my life, seriously tested my limits, and slowly revealed the resilience of the human spirit and the power of creativity.

Millicent the Van: A Trusted Companion? As I set out on this epic adventure, Millicent became more than just a mode of transportation—she became a steadfast companion through thick and thin. Little did I know that it would face so many unforeseen issues, testing the limits of both my patience and problem-solving skills. Yet, each interruption became an opportunity to connect with the kindness of strangers, turning moments of frustration into unexpected encounters with generosity and support.  After one harrowing day, while stranded, I will never forget the sympathetic European family whose children painted with me for hours into the twilight. 

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Confronting the Summer Heat and Personal Setbacks: The suffocating summer heat served as a relentless companion, making me question my physically demanding cross-continental journey. Amidst the 116 F degree heat, I was thrilled that my physical heart remained strong, but I faced a new battled with shingles and a blistering sunburn from waiting for help by the side of the road—an unexpected twist that required me to confront anew my own vulnerability on the journey. In the midst of these challenges, a serendipitous encounter with a sign that read, "Healing happens here," became a poignant reminder of the potential for growth and renewal at, a Salt Lake City (KOA) Kampground of America, the most unexpected places.  This experience underscored the importance of self-care and listening to one's body—a lesson that would resonate long after the Millicent trip concludes.

A Friend's Generosity and a Haven of Hope: In a moment of respite from the trials of the road, a former work colleague’s generosity provided a much-needed escape from the confines of the van. A gifted hotel suite became a haven where I felt the “almost literal” presence of hope, peace, and protection. While journaling, I actually turned to see this unseen powerful presence.  I was awe inspired and dumbfounded.  This unexpected feeling of protection served as a turning point, inspiring a newfound sense of determination to continue the journey with renewed vigor.  Two dear friends joined for the 48th and 49th states of the road trip, uniting a much-needed spiritual boost for all of us.  

…a much-needed escape from the confines of the van. A gifted hotel suite became a haven where I felt the “almost literal” presence of hope, peace, and protection.

Creative Inspiration Amidst Adversity: As I pushed through the undulating miles of the trip, my mind became a breeding ground for creativity. The challenges I faced, the people I met, and the landscapes I witnessed sparked a cascade of ideas. By the time I reached the 49th state, with only Hawaii left to explore, I had not only covered 40,000 miles but also cultivated a wealth of inspiration.  The result: a collection of paintings capturing the essence of every state, a visual testament to the diversity and beauty of the American landscape and the human spirit…

This artistic revelation sparked the idea of sharing my creations through an art show, a book, and a business; turning the journey into a multi-dimensional narrative.

Teaching and Impacting Lives: Upon returning home, I have continued my newfound calling—teaching 250 business students at Georgia State University. The experiences gained on the road, coupled with fresh insights, allow me to make a positive impact on the lives of these urban and diverse students, inspiring them to navigate their own professional and personal journeys with resilience and creativity.

Conclusion, But Not the End: Embarking on a van trip to cover the U.S. was more than just a physical journey—it was a transformative experience that tested my resilience, offered unexpected encounters, and fueled creative inspiration. The topographical peaks and valleys of the road became a metaphor for life itself, a reminder that every challenge is an opportunity, and every setback is a stepping stone to something greater. As I return home with a van full of memories and a mind brimming with ideas, I am beginning to realize that the most rewarding journeys are often the ones that demand the most from us.

The topographical peaks and valleys of the road became a metaphor for life itself, a reminder that every challenge is an opportunity, and every setback is a stepping stone to something greater.

The Millicent van adventure has transcended the physical miles traveled. As I set my sights on finishing the trip in Hawaii (anyone want to join??), I am filled with gratitude for the cathartic and metamorphic power of the road and the opportunities it has presented. The journey continues, not just on the map but in my heart, on the canvases I'm painting, and in the deep human connections made along the way.

Connecting the Horizon to YOUR Heart.

As I ponder the month of May:

winter shakes off its sleepy solitude and spring bursts forth with colors that seem so vibrant out of shear contrast,

it is the closing of one chapter, the beginning of another,

the ebbs and flow of life seem even more poignant than our traditional mark of New Year in January. 

During this time period, scrolling through social media boasts new births, graduations, marriages,

and contrasts with life’s more trying moments of hospital stays, surgeries, and even deaths. 

The month of May is a powerful time that touches each of us deeply.

As I grow comfortable in my fifth decade, I realize it is those necessary winter months that make May seem so vibrant.  During my last visit to New York, I saw a stunning quote etched into the front window of a Manhattan building…

In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me lay an invincible summer. – Albert Camus

After pondering these powerful ebbs and flow of life, I believe it is for these reasons that I am drawn to paint sunrises and sunsets.  Similar to spring, sunrises burst forth with colors that seem so vibrant out of sheer contrast to the inky darkness that blanketed the horizon just moments before. 

My May exhibition at Agora Gallery in New York City was a beautiful experience. 

This link shares a brochure of my current artwork at Agora:

https://issuu.com/agora-gallery/docs/christiane_palpant_catalog

My goal is to CONNECT THE HORIZON TO YOUR HEART through my art by

sharing a sense of hope, peace, beauty, and resilience AND

·       to finish painting the horizons in the last 9 states of my Millicent van tour by the end of July 2023. I have already completed 42 states of the 50-state journey,

·       to sell all 16 paintings at Agora Gallery by the end of September 2023,

·       AND in my lifetime to have my horizon paintings in homes in all 50 US states,

·       AND hang my paintings in the lobby of every hospital and assisted living facility in the US,

·       AND to become the best painter in the world of horizons that evoke emotion.

These are lofty goals, but I’m naming it, and claiming it.

This is where YOU come in…contact me if you are interested in a painting for your home, know an interior designer, or decision maker at hospitals or assisted living homes.

You can reach me at: Christiane@PalpantArt.com

                           Nature always wears the colors of the spirit. – Ralph Waldo Emerson

As we ponder our endings and new beginnings during this month of May, take heart for the invincible summer is around the corner.

You are in my heart.

Christiane Palpant

My Aunt Called Me “A Slacker”!

While in Michigan recently, my aunt called me “a slacker”.  I think it was in jest…maybe. 

She does have a good point.  I haven’t written an update since…December 31st. 

Where has 2023 gone?  Does anyone else feel that way?

I know…I was herding 250 college seniors this semester, plus keeping up with painting and commissions.  Both social media and blogging went out the window, but this is finals week, and the light is at the end of the tunnel.

Which brings me to two upcoming, exciting events:

1.      My May Painting Exhibition at Agora Gallery in New York. 

The In-person Reception at Agora is Thursday, May 4, 6-8pm OR join online at 5pm for a quick virtual call and tour of the gallery.  The address, meeting and show links are below.  My heart swells at this opportunity to exhibit at Agora for the third year.  Their team is so supportive, and it is a thrill working with them.   

2.      The continuation of the Millicent Van Tour to paint in all 50 states!  As many of you know, a year ago I customized a van to create a rolling studio on wheels.  During the first twelve months, I visited 41 states and now I have NINE more states to go!  The next part of the journey will begin the middle of MAY and the nine states left to visit and paint are: Colorado, Utah, Wyoming, Montana, Idaho, Washington, Oregon, Alaska, and Hawaii.  (Millicent doesn’t swim, so I will use a plane to reach Hawaii and Alaska.) I aim to complete the nine states by August.  But…Millicent may have other plans.  We have all learned that she has a mind of her own!

 Here's to a beautiful next half of 2023!

I hope to see you either in-person or online!

Christiane Palpant

Agora Gallery, 530 West 25th Street, New York, NY 10001

To view my paintings for the upcoming Agora MAY exhibition:

https://agora-gallery.com/ag-exhibitions/a-little-serendipity-may-2-2023-may-23-2023/artist/christiane-palpant/

To purchase my paintings from Agora Gallery, go to:

https://art-mine.com/artists/christiane-palpant/

THE Zoom LINK TO JOIN for the Virtual Call on Thursday 5/4 at 5:00 pm EST.  https://us04web.zoom.us/j/71590914696?pwd=QOzLV7asp9g3m8TAYwxFd7S1m1wzOc.1

I would LOVE to have you join!

PS: I have included some photos that you may enjoy.

1.      I took one of my classes to the Ritz Carlton for dinner so that they could experience what a real business dinner is like.  It was an incredible evening for all of us.

2.      This month, my brother and I visited the rare Super Bloom in California.  It was perfect fodder for upcoming paintings.

3.      One of my paintings now hangs in Roatan (at my sister and brother-in-law’s home).  It was fun transporting that in a tube and stretching the canvas on site. It is a diptych, two panels.

4.      Two of my paintings now hang at a company headquarters in Atlanta.

5.      One of my paintings brings joy at a retirement home located north of Atlanta.

DEVELOPING THE COURAGE MUSCLE:

Those of you who follow me on social media know that the trip west to cover nine more states during this holiday season has been harrowing and harder than I thought. 

- I made two unplanned visits to Las Vegas, yes TWO, for urgent van needs.  

- An emergency overnight stay at the Walmart in Kingman, AZ.

- A visit to the pharmacy for meds to help my chest pains.  Yes, the pain still exists from time to time. I guess the stress of the trip sent my heart over the edge.

The extreme highs and the intense lows sent my head swirling….

 So…I take a deep breath and after several days of recuperating,

 the theme that keeps running through my mind is…

                                         COURAGE IS A MUSCLE.

 It was striking how nervous I was to travel this next leg of the Millicent van journey.  After all, I had already completed 32 states, why should I be nervous?  The fact of the matter is that my ‘courage muscle’ had time to rest and had seemed to atrophy with lack of use on the road.  I have found that courage, like any muscle in the body, can develop with use and similarly it can strain and tear with overuse.  Such as the time I fell into tears after facing my greatest fear of getting SCUBA certified.

During the past year, I have learned that it is important to pay attention to our ‘courage muscle’ like we would a gym routine.  Days of rest are important, but too many days off requires us to regain lost ground.  It’s the natural ebb and flow of life. 

As I thought about my upcoming van trip, my courage groaned under the weight of possible extreme high winds, freezing temperatures, arriving in Texas in time to hear my friend sing, and meeting my brother in California in time for Christmas…and how would I paint in inclement weather???     

The fact of the matter is, we can prepare for the worst-case scenarios,

but we also need to let go and leave room for the best-case scenarios.

With that thought, I started my engine in Atlanta and started west…just in time for the Hollywood director who rents my home to call and say there was water coming through my kitchen ceiling again.  I took a deep, deep breath and then became thankful that he called me while I was still in Atlanta and not deep on Route 66 somewhere.  (See, there is always a silver lining.)

The other silver linings on this trip have been small and sweet.  Millicent and I were able to help tow a car in distress.  I fulfilled a friend’s wish and sprinkled her mother’s ashes on the Sandia Mountains.  I heard my friend sing in Handel’s Messiah, which brought a tear to my eye.  My brother and I were able to connect in a deeper way.  I’ve seen sunrises, sunsets, and landscapes that will inspire paintings to come.  Each of these moments has helped to replenish and develop my courage muscle.

As we approach 2023, where do we need to test our courage?  How can we develop our courage muscle?  It does not need to be in some large or profound way, it can simply be ready to tow someone’s car if needed.  I have found that despite apprehensions, working on the courage muscle is incredibly worthwhile and those around you will appreciate it too.

Much love to all.  Happy New Year!

Here’s to a beautiful and courageous 2023!

Christiane Palpant

Phase 2 Millicent tour Begins - 8 New States or Bust!

Friends,

I hope this holiday season is already festive and refreshing for you.

My TEN new Millicent State Collectible paintings are now posted on my website.

https://palpantart.com/new-products-1

In just one week, Millicent the van and I will once again set forth and drive the 2,489 from Wilmington, North Carolina to Barstow, California and back again to Atlanta, Georgia (another 2,071 miles).  

Apparently, there are big signs on both coasts proclaiming the miles to each point.  I look forward to capturing pictures of those.  This phase of the journey will cover 8 new states and countless paintings: Mississippi, Louisiana, Texas, Oklahoma, New Mexico, Arizona, Nevada, and California!  School will restart the second week of January and I will drive until then.

Enjoy this holiday season! 

Here goes Phase 2 of the Millicent 50 state tour…..beep beep!

Christiane Palpant and Millicent

PS: Millicent and I have already completed 33 states. After this trip, I will have covered 41 states and the last 9 will take place April - June 2023. Millicent and I have a love/hate relationship and I can’t decide if I want to sell her or start the tour all over again once the 50 states are complete. Food for thought…

Renewed Perspective

Yesterday, someone contacted me with excitement to say they were driving through the very place in Florida, Paynes Prairie Preserve, where I had painted on the Millicent trip!  They bought the corresponding piece and have selected the spot where it will hang in their home. 

To see my current, available Millicent tour paintings, go to:

https://palpantart.com/new-products-1

While looking for the picture of that Florida painting, I ran across a more important photo of the same piece reflected in a mirror handed down from my grandmother and my mother. 

My mother’s words of advice ran through my mind,

“Always step back from a painting and look at it again through a mirror.

It will give you a renewed perspective.”

With that, she gave me my grandmother’s mirror stained with paint from many years of use, which makes it far more valuable to me.  That mirror rode 14,000 miles on the Millicent trip, and I dutifully used it to look at each painting with fresh eyes. 

During this ‘renewed perspective’ process, I always take a deep breath, walk a couple of paces, and gaze into the glass.  Each time this new angle gives me the keys to unlock answers to problem areas on the painting.  The context, values, and balance always seem brand new. 

The analogy for life seems clear and probably does not need me to draw the parallel.  Suffice it to say, every time I’m in a personal sticky situation I take a deep breath, walk a few steps, stand on my tiptoes to see a figurative new perspective.  Giving space, time, and a new angle can resolve many problem areas. 

Thanks Mom, for that valuable artistic and life lesson!

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!

Christiane Palpant        

PS: On November 6, I had a Millicent art show in Atlanta.  It was such a thrill to see friends face-to-face. A big thanks to all those who joined and purchased a piece of the Millicent trip memory.  My hope is that it too will give you renewed perspective! See the pictures below.

For available art from the first 33 states, go to:

https://palpantart.com/new-products-1

The current pieces are only available in November 2022. 

New paintings will be posted for December 2022.

PSS: The Millicent tour will restart in December and January and will include 7 new states. (Mississippi, Louisiana, Texas, Oklahoma, New Mexico, Arizona, and California.)

Paynes Prairie Preserve, Florida

What do Hollywood Producers and Hot Flashes Have in Common? (Or, now let’s talk about art.)

There is sound advice I am giving myself for next time; if there is ever a ‘next time’.  I told myself sternly, “Never meet a high-powered Hollywood producer while in the throes of a hot flash.” 

Years ago, I remember ladies of a certain age talking about hot flashes and I distinctly remember not wanting to hear the details, until it happened to me. 

Another hot flash combusted through my body and while feeling like Joan of Arc burning at the stake,

my doorbell rang…

For those readers who would rather hear about my five art exhibitions before the end of the year, and who do not want details of hot flashes, film producers, or rheumatologists you can skip to “NOW LET’S TALK ABOUT ART”.

Much like in written music, we are going to use “Dal Segno” and “Al Coda” so you can skip to your preferred art section! 

My doorbell rang…I knew it was a Hollywood film producer arriving

to review my house as a possible rental.

Sweat was pouring from my forehead, and while folding laundry I was praying for God to relieve me from my searing misery.  Without thinking, I used a pair of my underwear from the laundry to wipe my brow and ran down the flight of stairs to answer the front door. 

I stuck my hand out to greet the handsome, famed producer half-my-age and realized the panties were still wadded in my palm.  We both looked at the garment in confusion and horror.  I quickly stuffed the undies in my pants pocket, which made me look like a sweating pig with a right hip tumor.  The award-winning producer wasn’t laughing…neither was I.

This experience made me wonder if I could bring back the super-sexy Olivia Newton John sweat headband.  I’m going to look into it.

While my mind was miles away, the LA executive said to me, “We’ll take it for six months while I am filming in Atlanta.  We’ll move in on Sunday.”  He said it as a statement, not as a question. 

Again, my thoughts wandered.  I thought briefly about the fact I would be homeless as I simultaneously said, “Move out in three days?” 

Of course, he had made me an offer I could not refuse.   So, I blurted, “Sure, that should be fine.” 

My brother-in-law said to me, “Did you think about having a contingency plan before saying ‘yes’?”  Nah, as they say, “Leap and the net shall appear.”  Although, I am proof that if you leap you can fall straight through the net that you imagined.  I must have had some sharp objects with me while falling because I cut some van sized holes in my safety web. 

So, as the producer was moving in one door of my home, I was moving out the other.  Between the moving musical chairs, 90+ degree heat, and the first week of teaching as a professor, the old pericardial pain in my chest returned with a vengeance and wouldn’t go away.  I shouted, “Seriously, of all times?!”  (Yes, I talk to my heart.) 

Interestingly, the pain and the ensuing visits with the rheumatologist and the following medicine regimen reminded me in such an intimate way of WHY I actually began this next chapter of my life journey.  The art, Millicent the van, and professorship would have NEVER happened without it.  Never! 

Sometimes the storm clouds can be so ominous,

but thankfully the silver lining can be so incredibly vivid.

Yes, the pain made me feel like I was returning to square one, but this time it gave me a refreshed gratitude for the good days, and I am so incredibly thankful for this beautiful AND unexpected journey.  Am I thankful for hot flashes?  Not really!  But I am getting used to them.

NOW let’s TALK ABOUT ART

MY FIVE ART EXHIBITS BEFORE THE END OF THE YEAR: Atlanta, New York, Italy, France, Portugal

This week, I signed my third-year contract with Agora Gallery in New York City.  They have been a terrific and supportive partner and I thoroughly enjoy working with them.  In fact, the director, Sabrina Gilbertson, and I painted together this summer while I drove Millicent, my rolling studio on wheels, through New York.  It was a treat!

Monday, October 3rd, I will attend a private show at Agora Gallery in partnership with The Foundling.  My work will be featured and the rosé with my label will be served.  Does anyone want to be my +1?

Save the afternoon of Saturday, November 5th on your calendar.  I will host an exhibition in Atlanta with my paintings of the first 38-states.  They will be available for purchase in-person and online.

Naples, Italy – Monteoliveto Gallery included my work with their current exhibition #OurFuture. 

Paris, France – The week of November 21st, I will be painting LIVE at Monteoliveto Gallery in Paris during their art reception.  That will be a new experience and very fun.  No pressure!  

Lisbon, Portugal – My work will be on display at Colorida Gallery from November 26, 2022, through March 31, 2023.

Yes, I plan to go to both Paris and Lisbon, even though I couldn’t be present for the Naples show.  If you are eager to travel across the pond for Thanksgiving week, I’d love to see you and I’ll keep you posted about dates and details.

A month ago, I began teaching full time at Georgia State University.  You can call me Prof CP.  I am incredibly passionate about my classes and thoroughly love it!  Each time I walk away from campus I think, “This is exactly where I need to be.” 

Update on Millicent the Sprinter Van, after our first 38-state tour, she returned to the garage for some spa treatments.  I will reunite with her after my NYC event and drive her back to Atlanta for some hub-and-spoke trips this fall.  My goal to complete the last 18 states: hit the deep south and Texas this fall, the southwest and Hawaii during this holiday break, Alaska in June, and the Pacific Northwest in spring and summer 2023. 

Giddy up.

And, I promise to never mention hot flashes again!

Christiane Palpant and Millicent

What Is ‘Mal de Debarquement’? I'm not sure, but I think I have it!

During the past week, I have segued to the heat and noise of Atlanta to teach at Georgia State University.

I am absolutely thrilled about teaching Marketing and Sales but,

interestingly, I am having more trouble transitioning home from the first 32-state leg of my Millicent van trip than I thought I would. 

I told a friend that I usually suffer a short funk after a big trip, but wow, this funk has been a battle!  My mind is swirling and the humidity is grating on my nerves.  Even if I stand on my tiptoes, I still can’t see the sunrise or sunset because of the heavy-laden city forest in Atlanta.  I am having an unusual visceral response to the city. 

The walls of my home feel close and I want to rip the structure from its foundations so I can move…where…who knows? 

It’s not about ‘where’, it’s about the excitement of new adventures dawning each day.  I guess it’s like the effect of stepping off a boat onto solid ground but feeling like you are still moving. 

Does anyone else feel the same way?

Interestingly, they say the reason you sway after disembarking, is that your physical system adapts too well to the movement of the object, and after reuniting with ‘terra firma’ you once again need to readapt to life on land.  This explains so much about my current uneasy sensation!

Life in a van is not romantic or easy.

Afterall there are black water tanks to dump, unknown parts that break, and long wearisome days driving into the unknown. 

Then, why do I miss VanLife so much?  This feeling surprises even me.

While researching my newfound malady, I ran across an article by Chris Wright for Outside adventure magazine, August 8, 2019.  He too said they had “trouble with reentry.”  Chris summed up his VanLife experience as, “A massive stretch of raw adventure and also an earthquake, destabilizing my life.” 

Yes, I think that’s it. 

VanLife is a voyage of absolute highs and gruesome lows, much like a roller coaster.

One moment you are giggling and screaming with delight and the next moment you feel disemboweled.

Yet, when the ride finishes, we dance and cry, “Let’s do it again!”

I guess the only cure for my ‘Mal de Debarquement’ is to grab my keys, place my foot on the peddle, and give Millicent the van a little gas. 

Until I can set off again, I must practice the new breathing techniques I learned while recently SCUBA diving. I have a feeling the slow breaths in…and the slow breaths out…will also help reacquaint me with this new chapter.

After all, adventure and beautiful moments can come in ANY FORM and in ANY LOCATION.

Vroom, vroom!

Christiane Palpant

Three is Company – Hazel, Millicent, and me – Van Life with a 12-Year-Old.

The last ten days of driving 4,000 miles across the Great Plains with a 12-year-old was powerful, humorous, trying, horrible, mystifying, and profound.  I had never envisioned a teenager tagging along for the Millicent van trip, until my college roommate’s daughter, Hazel, asked if she could join for a portion of it.  It didn’t seem right to immediately dismiss the idea, so I promised her I would sleep on it and let her know the next morning. 

“Could this really work?”, I asked myself as I fell asleep in the attic guest room. I’ve never had kids.  I love being an aunt and mentor but living day-in and day-out with a teen is a totally ‘different’ experience, as most middle-aged people already know.

The next morning, I spread my beloved Rand McNally paper map across the dining room table and showed Hazel the macro vision of the Millicent trip to all 50 states.  Her eyes widened as she traced her finger along the blue highway lines and asked dozens of questions about how the states and roads are connected.  She confessed that she had never used a map. 

I paused and looked her full in the face, “Let’s do it”, I said.

Hazel screamed with delight and immediately ran upstairs to begin packing. We launched the very next morning with two venti Starbucks coffees in hand and a sparkle in our eyes.

To put it succinctly, this twelve-year-old has had more fringe “real-world” life experiences in her brief walk on this earth, than most of us have had in multiple decades.  She and her two brothers were adopted as children just a few years ago by my college roommate.  In my eyes, my cherished, college friend is a HERO!      

As the miles clicked beneath the van tires, the eager mind of the teen asked me thoughtful questions such as,

“What kind of underwear do Monks wear?

Do clouds have feelings?

Why are your eyes so puffy?

Do you always dress so campy?

Have you ever vaped or smoked pot?

When should teenagers start having sex? 

Why am I the only person with my color of skin in North Dakota?” 

We both ventured into new territory.  I introduced her to opera, and she played the latest rap music for me.  I tasted sour patch kids candy and she ate a vegan sandwich.  Importantly, she found out that trying new things does not kill you and can often lead to new delight.  (Except the rap music and candy did about kill me!)

Interestingly, my recent SCUBA diving experience really helped me deal with the inevitable, messy teenage feelings.  There are moments on a trip like this that feel very out of control and vulnerable, much like I felt 60-feet below the surface of the water facing a shark. 

Now with a 12-year-old (nearly 13), when her feelings grew panicked and ragged, I would slowly breathe in and out.  Much like my Zen dive instructor, I directed the motion of my breath with my hand and guided Hazel to follow the undulating, gentle, and relaxed rhythm. We were learning together.

The slow breathing helped, and we continued to drive north and west, making progress on our journey – Hazel, Millicent, and me.

After visiting six states from Indiana to North Dakota, we stumbled upon a thousand-acre buffalo ranch in South Dakota.  The owners offered to take Hazel horseback riding and, though afraid, she jumped at the chance.  It was a powerful experience for me to watch every muscle in her body relax as she seemed to become one with the horse and literally ride into the sunset.  It was meditative to gaze at the slow lope of the horses as they melded into the horizon with the orange hues in the sky. 

The past five months of van travel flashed before my eyes: 32 states, nearly 13 thousand miles, 3 dozen paintings, countless enriched friendships, and many stories yet to come about the moments of…

...surviving and thriving while pursuing a dream.

My heart is settled.

I feel pulled to return to Atlanta.  After all, I will be teaching full-time at Georgia State University in the Marketing department of the Business school.  I have taught part-time there during the past six semesters, but this time I will ramp up to full-time and will have direct impact with 225 students this fall. 

I am excited beyond words and know that teaching is my calling for the next chapter.

During the next twelve months I will continue painting, writing, and finishing the last 18 states of the Millicent van tour, plus return to some of the previous states to dig deeper…with or without a 12-year-old. 

This is not the last blog post…there are many stories yet to come!

GiddyUp,

Christiane Palpant aka Prof CP

Meeting The Shark and Healing My Heart…Confronting My Greatest Fear

Over the sound of the slapping ocean waves, I heard the instructor say, “Just fall backward into the water.” I was precariously propped on the edge of the small dive boat with a heavy air tank on my back. For a split second I froze.  My brain silently screamed, “I don’t dive!  I don’t put my head under the water.  I don’t like water in my ears or eyes!  What am I doing here?  Shouldn’t I be with Millicent the van completing my 50-state tour?”

These visceral reactions have been deeply seeded in the fibers of my being since my early interactions around water.  I love being ON the water NOT IN the water.  When I was a skinny ten-year-old, I took swimming lessons at a freezing outdoor pool in Michigan.  The morning air was in the low 50’s and every time I was forced to jump in the pool, I thought I would die of hypothermia.  Plus, my very white skin was a subject of jeers from my tan fellow swimmers who would call me ‘Casper the Ghost’.  Needless to say, I could not wait to finish the torturous lessons and return to the verdant gardens in the country where my family lived.      

This week I was in Roatan off the coast of Honduras to celebrate my sister’s big birthday.  I was encouraged by her family to undertake the PADI (Professional Association of Dive Instructors) Open Water Diving Certification; 3 full days of training, classroom work, rescue and equipment exercises and multiple dives down to 60-feet below the surface of the ocean. 

We had to perform deep water crisis scenarios such as flooding our masks, running out of air and sharing air with our ‘dive buddy’, and a controlled emergency swimming ascent.  Of course, these disaster scenarios tapped hard into the cracks of my emotions.

Another message that formed my early negative feelings about water, the movie Jaws notwithstanding, was the storied diving accident of Joni Eareckson in 1967 which resulted in her paralysis from the neck down.  I vowed then that I would never dive into water, and I haven’t…. until this week when the dive instructor said,

“Just fall backward into the ocean.”

I wanted to raise my hand and say, “May I tell you about my childhood and how I feel about what you just commanded?”

Rather, I knew that I couldn’t think about my deep history with water for more than one second or I wouldn’t do it.

So, I took a big breath, pressed my regulator and goggles firmly against my face, and simply fell backward and somersaulted through the clearest, bluest ocean water that I have ever seen.  I was giddy that I had taken the plunge, literally.  Inexplicable joy and weightless peace rippled through my core.  Then I heard my exhale bubbles push through the regulator with a loud gurgle sound.  The steep coral cliffs spiraled to depths I hadn’t seen before.  I grew dizzy, my heart pounded, and I sucked on my regulator trying hard to pull every molecule of air out of the tank.  I felt like I couldn’t get a breath.  My heart pounded harder, and panic began to set in.  Despite being told to stay underwater, I kicked my fins as hard as I could to break through the surface for a fresh breath of air. 

I can’t do this, I can’t do this, I can’t do this, rang through my head!  The sage instructor, Marco, slowly crested the surface, looked me in the eye, and used his hand to motion the slow, slow inhale, and slow, slow exhale, almost as if he were a Zen master diver.  I pointed to my head and said, “I know my fear is only here.  If I can master my mind, I can master diving.” 

And with that, I posed the question to myself, “Do you think you can actually calm

your mind and body enough to face your greatest fear?”

We had practiced for every emergency scenario; I was ready from a textbook standpoint. 

  Now, I needed to do the much deeper and harder emotional work to face my fear.

Several years ago, while running the Peachtree Road Race 10k in Atlanta, I saw a sign that read, “Do something every day that scares you.”

This speaks to me about widening personal borders and treading in places that give an opportunity to grow as an individual.  But I wasn’t sure if this hurdle of learning to scuba dive was simply too large. 

The Zen master said to me, “Breathe at my meditative pace and let’s see if you can stay underwater for two seconds longer than you stayed before.”  What powerful advice!  I knew I could do two seconds.  In fact, it was 30 long seconds before I clawed for the surface again.  That day, I battled back and forth the loop of diving underwater, panicking, surfacing, breathing calming breaths, diving underwater, panicking, and resurfacing.

It didn’t help that my diving partner was my nephew’s 18-year-old girlfriend who was a ‘natural’ under water and caught on as if she were an immediate dive master.  I was happy for her success and tried hard to not compare her experience with that of my own 52-year-old journey with baggage.         

Finally, yes, finally I caught the rhythm of breathing, my heart slowed enough to join in the meditative symphony, and I nodded that I was ready to dive.  I knew the seriousness of what it meant when I nodded.  I knew that I needed to stay underwater and follow my Zen master and that I could not ascend to the surface whenever I wanted.   

The three of us descended to 60 feet below the surface of the water.  My breathing was slow and meditative.  We landed on the sandy bottom and the iridescent coral walls towered high above our masks.  I watched my finned foot land on the sand, and I felt like Neil Armstrong landing on the moon.  His famed ‘one small step’ words rang in my head; this was certainly a GIANT STEP for me!

As if on cue, I had to meet my greatest fear.  In the distance, from my left, I saw a seven-foot nurse shark swimming toward me.  We locked eyes.  My breathing kept its slow in and slow out rhythm.  The fierce animal kept swimming toward me.  We gave one another a knowing look and then she effortlessly swam past me continuing silently into the murky depths.

I wanted to scream, cry, laugh, and dance.  That would have to come later.  And it did.  During the written final scuba diving exam, my emotions overflowed with a mixed range of relief, tears, and celebration. 

During my fifth and final dive of the week, I was growing more comfortable with the experience and now beginning to see my stunning surroundings rather than just trying to get through the encounter.  While taking in the beauty of the coral, shells, and sea plant life, I saw a golden object moving slowly on the floor of the ocean.  I swam closer.  It was a large, iridescent, heart shaped crab crawling ever so slowly.  Her golden heart sparkled with hints of blue and red.  My breathing seemed to be at the same meditative pace as hers.  The heart symbol on her back touched me deeply as my own open-heart scar on my chest was inches from her.  It was a moment I will never forget.

Yes, though extraordinarily difficult, confronting this diving experience was a moment of inexplicable healing.  So, am I glad that I fell back into the water when the Zen master commanded it?  Yes, yes, I am.

Bears, Snakes, and Biting Brown Flies, Oh My!

June 30th is the last day to purchase the “Intertwined” Rosé wine with my art on the label.  It is a partnership with The Foundling, City Winery, and Agora Gallery.  My painting is titled The Journey Aglow and the proceeds go to The Foundling to help children and families in need.

To purchase the Rosé and support The Foundling please click here: https://form.jotform.com/220557238415152

The Millicent Van Journey: 25 States Down, 25 To Go.

To sum up the van life of the past few months, it is the best of times and the worst of times.  Some moments I scream, “Why am I doing this?”  Other moments I wax poetic that I was made for this.  It certainly is a sharp contrast from my previous ‘buttoned up’ and fast paced career in financial services. 

It has reminded me of the importance of taking the time to intentionally:

connect with friends,

watch the sunrise,

explore what’s around the bend,

taste fresh farm products,

watch a bear

video a large snake,

swat biting brown flies,

empty the black water tank, again,

laugh with children,

meet caring people,

learn new points of view,

paint a sunset,

live in the present,

learn more about myself, and

dream about the future.

This nationwide van voyage is about connecting, creating, and sharing.

Interestingly, in August, I have accepted a full-time teaching role with Georgia State University in the Marketing department at the Robinson College of Business. 

I am thrilled beyond belief and know full heartedly that this is my next chapter; making a positive impact on young people’s lives.  Yes, I will continue painting, writing, and traveling with Millicent during breaks between semesters.

Until school starts, the next phase of my van journey will head northwest to: Iowa, Wisconsin, Minnesota, North Dakota, Idaho, the Pacific Northwest, and California. If you live in those areas, I would love to see you.

I look forward to the lessons from the next 25 states and I will embrace the contrasting moments of a trip that mimics the undulation of life. 

Bears, snakes, and biting brown flies, oh my!

Onward….

Christiane Palpant

PS: Don’t forget to purchase the Rosé! 😊 https://form.jotform.com/220557238415152

If you need renewed faith in humanity…get thee to a state park.

Before I wax poetic about the contrast of life depicted at a state park….

Check out my television interview on the show GROWING BOLDER.

https://fb.watch/dyTGF1i2v8/

The Growing Bolder team did an amazing job highlighting the peaks and valleys of my health, career shift, and Millicent journeys. I also answered the question why I had a leaky roof. Thank you, Amy Sweezey. (Follow Growing Bolder for more stories about amazing people who are growing bolder as they age.)

Now for my blog post…..

If you need renewed faith in humanity…get thee to a state park.

Since the beginning of the Millicent van trip, the majority of the time I have stayed at bucolic farms nestled in the countryside.  This act has reconnected me with the country roots of my childhood.  But after twenty-five years in Atlanta, Georgia my city slicker persona can still shine through.  I can’t hide it for very long.  The locals narrow their eyes and state, “You’re not from around here are you.”  It’s said inquisitively, it’s not a question. 

One cool afternoon in Delaware, Millicent lumbered into a state park on the ocean. 

My jaw dropped to see the rows and rows of neatly parked RVs. 

It looked like a summertime garden of metal and swoosh graphics. 

I had selected the state park because I once again needed to dump Millicent’s black water tank and the previous farms wouldn’t stand for that on their property.  Can you blame them?  (I have found that the black water tank from the toilet and sinks groans to be dumped far more than I thought it would.  I’ve had a revelation that there is a correlation between using it and dumping it…..ohhh!)  

At the state park when I backed Millicent into camp spot #23, I put on my city slicker vision and surveyed each of my RV neighbors as if they were possible threats.  I then double locked my bike to the picnic table and wondered aloud if someone would cut the chain with bolt cutters. 

I felt ashamed and refreshed to see that every other camper left all their valuable goods strewn within arms reach to use with ease. 

No locks, no chains, no ropes. 

The entire property was blanketed with trust and care. 

The next morning, I awoke to watch the sunrise and I unlocked my bike for the early morning ride to the ocean.  There were dozens and dozens of bikes laying on the ground nearby as if they too were sleeping to ready for a day of hard play. 

No locks, no chains. 

Campers were sleeping with the screen doors wide open. 

No locks, no ropes. 

The morning fog wrapped around me as I biked to the coast. 

In stark contrast to the RV park, I passed the haunting silhouette of Fort Miles, a World War II defense encampment hidden amongst the dunes.  I shivered as the ancient artillery seemed to point directly at me. 

What a strange and startling contrast to the trustworthy campers just a few leagues behind me. 

How can our world be so hateful and so beautiful in the same breath? 

As I was considering this question, a golden deer nibbled on the brush only ten feet from where I had stopped to take in the sweeping view.  The deer didn’t seem to notice me or the heavy artillery.  Just like the RVers, she too was infused with trust and a relaxed confidence.

So, when you need renewed faith in humanity…get thee to a state park.          

See you soon as I round the bend to the next 25 states.

Christiane Palpant

To see my latest paintings of each state, click HERE.   Do you have a favorite?

I Would Rather Dump A Black Water Tank…Than Have COVID

Now, I can add BOTH dumping black water AND COVID to my ‘completed list’.

I jinxed myself when during my last blog post I wrote,

“After my root canal…let’s see what’s next.”

COVID stepped in line!

From now on I need to choose my words more carefully.

Hayes State Park Sanitation Station, the site of Millicent’s first black water dump.

Recently, I returned to Michigan for my dental coronation, after which I repacked Millicent to head on a northeast tour. My next 14-state journey was to include: celebrating birthdays with friends, finally meeting acquaintances who share my same pericardium disease, and painting with the Director of Agora Gallery.

While Millicent’s engine was literally running, we decided to test an ailing family member for COVID. The test was positive, and this result literally put the brakes on my plans yet one more time. Of course, I would stay and care for my family in a time of need, plus I need ‘white sheep status’ points. (This is an inside joke I play with my siblings to gain supposed favoritism from our parents.)

While caring, cooking, and cleaning, I too finally succumbed to the nasty COVID virus. 

Several friends have recently asked about my whereabouts.  Much to my chagrin I’ve been in BED as Millicent readily sits in the driveway waiting on me.  That’s a first, as I have been (impatiently) waiting on her metamorphosis.  In a curious turn of events, she’s now ready and I am not. 

I won’t wax poetic about the lessons learned from the challenges of this Millicent journey because I am still too close to see anything but a myopic blur. 

 It’s cringe worthy to think that the silver lining has been learning how to dump the black water tank in Millicent.  (Black water is the RV term for ‘wastewater’ from the toilet and other drains.  Google will provide more information than you ever wanted to know.) 

For my own entertainment and yours, I videoed the highlights of Millicent’s first trip to the Sanitation Station. 

My mother watched the video and winced, “I can’t believe you would be willing to do that.

You looked so terrible!”

Thanks Mom!  I can always count on her for the truth.  (I won’t tell her that I am sharing the video with you.  She would be horrified.)

When COVID is in my rear view mirror, I will let you know where Millicent will go…and hopefully it will be vistas more exciting than the dump.

Upward and onward…

Christiane Palpant (and Millicent in waiting)

PS: Most importantly after the news of the Texas shooting and the resurgence of COVID, I wish for all of you, health and safety!

PSS: I tried to be as discreet as possible while talking about Millicent’s WC, but the videos are not for the faint of heart. In fact, van life is not for the faint of heart. You are forewarned.

What Do the Millicent Tour and A Root Canal Have in Common?

While savoring the famous 17th Street BBQ, pain shot through my molar. 

Of course, when I went on COBRA insurance, I didn’t take out the dental portion, because my teeth are…perfect.  I made a quick dental appointment with an unknown dentist, in an unknown location.  I assured the receptionist that my perfect, cavity-less mouth would be a quick appointment and I uttered aloud,

“I am sure I won’t need a root canal.” 

Five minutes later the stranger dentist looked over the top of her glasses and smirked,

“Honey, you need a root canal.” 

 This ironic moment reminded me of my initial emergency room visit at the start of my health crisis.  I stumbled in the hospital door clutching my chest.  “I’m having incredible chest pains,” I stuttered.  

“But I’m sure it is not my heart.” 

Of course, those were the famous last words before my urgent, lifesaving heart procedure. 

 Much like my pearly whites and ticker, my Millicent van trip has proven that nothing is perfect.  Nothing!

 When I bought my crisp Rand McNally 2022 map, I wrote my route in red permanent marker across the streets of all 50 states.  Who was I kidding?  I have now rewritten the route so many times that I’ve decided to keep carbon copies of the US map by the dozens.  I’ve transferred from tracing the route in marker, to red pen, to pencil, and now I’m adding sticky notes on top of the map to keep its original character intact.         

 The Millicent journey still continues, but there seems to have been more stops than go. 

Aside from my root canal, the Millicent van sprung a leak…in more ways than one, my house in Atlanta needed multiple repair technicians, and the spring weather has dumped sideways rain at seemingly every moment. 

 Interestingly and importantly, during my unplanned ‘stops’, I have been able to spend time bridging relationships and caring for friends and family in need. 

Though I’ve not covered as many miles as I expected, I have dug exponentially deeper than I expected. 

Yes, I’ve covered twelve states since the start, but more importantly I have engaged in meaningful conversations and interviews with courageous women and translated the miles on dozens of canvases through expressions of light and horizons.   

 So, no, the journey hasn’t been perfect,

but it has already been even more beautiful than I anticipated. 

I have said recently that I am a recovering perfectionist.  Maybe I should throw out the permanent marker and drive the imperfect, beautiful route. 

 After my root canal…let’s see what’s next.

Millicent Tour…a trip or a journey?

Is the Millicent Tour…a trip or a journey?

During the last two weeks, Millicent the Sprinter van and I have started rumbling down the highway and getting used to our mutual creaks and groans.  I quickly crossed off seven states, engaged in three media interviews, held two community parties, and started painting and filming conversations with courageous women.  While filming one such discussion, my former college roommate asked me,

“Is the Millicent Tour a ‘trip’ or a ‘journey’?”

She expanded the question by asking if

driving to all 50 states is the end goal,

or is it more important to dive deep and

capture creative paintings

and powerful stories?

My left brain loves setting and driving toward goals. (I may have inherited this trait from my mother.)  This is the side of me that functioned successfully in a corporate environment.  But while on extended bedrest during my health healing I realized the importance of living slowly.  In fact, when I woke up yesterday morning, I heard,

“Slow down and listen.”

I am realizing the Millicent Tour is a trip across the country, but more importantly it is a divine opportunity to capture creativity, share compassion, and spread powerful stories of resilience.

I’m listening…more to come.

We Are Intertwined Rosé

As some of you know, my artwork is on the Rosé label, We Are Intertwined.  This is through partnership with City Winery, The Foundling, and Agora Gallery.  Proceeds go to benefit The Foundling and their work to strengthen children and families. 

Intertwined Rosé must be purchased by April 8th at https://www.nyfoundling.org/wine/. 

Michigan Millicent Gathering

We are aiming for an Adrian, Michigan Millicent gathering in the next few weeks.  I’d love for you to join.  I’ll send details soon.

I look forward to seeing you along the Millicent journey.

Christiane Palpant and Millicent

Questions and Answers:

1.      How many states have you already covered: 7 states down, 43 to go! (Ohio, Kentucky, Tennessee, Georgia, Florida, South Carolina, and North Carolina.)

2.      How do you find where to stay?  There is an app called Harvest Host that offers an Air B&B type arrangement for RVs.

3.      Did you really spend the night in a Walmart parking lot?  Yes.

4.      What media interviews did you have while on the road so far? Three local affiliates in Chattanooga, TN.  (Thank you, Kim K George.)  Growing Bolder in Orlando, FL.  (Thank you, Amy Sweezey.)

5.      How is painting going while traveling? It’s been difficult to paint outside because of the wind and rain.  But I’ve finished two commissions and a large new painting for a restaurant in NYC.

6.      How are the interviews going with women you meet on your journey?  This is the part of the journey that scared me the most, and so far, I am really enjoying the interview process.  The conversations have been meaningful, and I love editing the footage.  I will post the content on my website in the near future.

ATL Bon Voyage 3/19

Though there have been a few challenging stops and starts, this week Millicent the ‘art studio on wheels’ is lumbering down I-75 south toward Chattanooga for three media interviews.  Next stop Atlanta!

Mark your calendar for a:

Millicent Bon Voyage sendoff in ATLANTA, GA

Saturday 3/19, 1-4pm

High Country Outfitters Buckhead - Parking Lot

3906 Roswell Rd NE, Atlanta, GA 30342 https://highcountryoutfitters.com/

Light goodies, beverages, and fun served.

Thanks to John, Caroline, Dan and the High Country Team!

With all the dark news in our world, it is high time we gather and enjoy one another.

NYC ART Exhibition at Agora Gallery

For those of you who missed the latest update about my art exhibition in NYC, check out my blog post “The Little Millicent That Could” at https://PalpantArt.com/blog

Palpant Paintings at an NYC Restaurant

If you travel to NYC, check out my two paintings at The Forage Table restaurant on the corner of West 22 and 8th Ave.  It’s an awesome restaurant and I am thrilled to have my work there. 

We Are Intertwined Rosé

My artwork is on the Rosé label, We Are Intertwined.  This is through partnership with City Winery, The Foundling, and Agora Gallery.  Proceeds go to benefit The Foundling and their work to strengthen children and families.  You can purchase bottles at https://www.nyfoundling.org/wine/. 

I look forward to seeing you along the Millicent journey.

Christiane Palpant

The Little Millicent That Could

I think I can…I think I can…I think I can…

Bon Voyage Party…3/19 ATL, Mark Your Calendar

Millicent, the Sprinter van, begins the first leg of her nationwide tour by lumbering down I-75 South toward Chattanooga for interviews with three local news affiliates.  (Thanks for the connections, Kim.)  Although, I haven’t yet broken the word to them that Millicent can’t talk.  So, I’ve been working on my ventriloquism skills. 

After the Volunteer state, Millicent will make a stop in…

Atlanta on Saturday, March 19th for a Millicent

bon voyage party from 1:00-4:00pm.

The tailgate location is TBD.  Some friends have insisted that a Walmart parking lot would be apropos.  Perhaps so, but we’ll find somewhere fun!  Come one, come all!  Mark your calendars.

We Are Intertwined…Rosé, (you’ll know the artist who painted the label)

My painting, The Journey Aglow, is featured on The New York Foundling x City Winery exclusive summer rosé, entitled "We are Intertwined." Click here to purchase it through June 2022.  A portion of the proceeds from each bottle will be donated to The New York Foundling, which has helped children, adults, and families reach their full potential since 1869. The Foundling’s team is a delight, and it has been a pleasure working with them, City Winery, and Agora on this creative project.

New Website Unfolding…for Millicent Updates

We are birthing a new website, thanks to the creative skills of Morgane DiMeglio-Hope. 

Check out one of the new pages at PalpantArt.

That is the website where I will share art updates and the latest news from my Millicent van journey.  Follow along!

Interconnection and Intuition, NYC Exhibition

Yesterday, I returned home from my art exhibition at Agora Gallery in New York City.  A big thanks to my sister, Rebecca, for joining me.  The exhibition was a raving success, and many proclaimed it was the best yet.  The Agora team is so incredibly professional and passionate about their artists.  Have I mentioned before that I love working with them? 

Check out the sneak peek video.

Millicent’s Metamorphosis…and the price of gas

There were many times during the last nine months that I wondered if Millicent would emerge from her metamorphosis.  Thankfully, patience has proven to be a virtue and also one lesson life seems to offer me over and over. (Can you identify?)  I think Millicent has been worth the wait, but our whole world has changed since I birthed the idea.  (Quite a bit!) 

At this point, gas prices have risen 83% since I first created my 50-state tour budget. 

The idea has struck me that I may need to host a bake sale at each state

along the way to feed Millicent’s gluttonous appetite. 

There are other stories to share, such as giving a stranger the Heimlich at a French café, two of my paintings heading for a snazzy Chelsea restaurant, and another television interview in Orlando.  (What will I wear??)  But those stories will have to wait until later.

 Until then, I look forward to seeing you soon.

Chug-a-chug-a-chug- I think I can….

Christiane Palpant

My Painting, The Journey Aglow, Selected for the Spring Rosé Label Benefitting The Foundling.

Millicent's Nationwide Tour Set In Ink

Mistakes, Millicent, and Masterpiece

Mistakes…oops!

Cincinnati, Ohio has been the incubation site for Millicent the Sprinter van over the past nine months.   During that time, my personal metamorphosis has been nearly as significant as Millicent’s.  Moving away from a two-decade image in a business-suit jacket to a new figure as artist, teacher, and adventurer. 

This metamorphosis has brought with it the practices of mindfulness, creativity, and purposeful living, but despite this positive growth, I seem to be making more mistakes at this heightened speed!  For example, I have been guilty of forgetting friends’ significant birthdays, missing important text messages, not remembering to whom I’ve told what, or neglecting to write a thank you note.  For those of you who have been the “beneficiaries” of such oversights, please know, I do not love you any less.  Not at all! 

In child development it is a well-known fact that children pause growth in some areas when they have a growth spurt in others.  It’s hard for them to flourish in all areas at the same time.  So, I hope you can have patience with me as I am wobbly and making more “mistakes” than usual during this stage. 

There is not a clearly defined path for life changes, I am learning.  It’s a little bit…or a lot a bit…messy.  Please tell me I’m not the only one.  Do you ever feel that way too? 

Millicent…update.

During the holidays I wondered aloud if Millicent the van was a mistake.  Since then, it seems Millicent has made progress with leaps and bounds and now we are rounding the final lap before delivery.  I now have a sense of urgency to make sure all details are buttoned up.  My spreadsheets are overflowing with ‘to do’, ‘to buy’, ‘to go’, ‘to contact’! 

Agora Gallery is announcing the Millicent tour today in their newsletter. (For a LINK to the Agora Gallery Newsletter click here.)  And I am beginning to set dates for my Rand McNally route and Millicent parties in Atlanta, Adrian, and Otto, before the nationwide tour.  I’d love to see you then.  (Maybe during those parties, I can wish all of you a happy belated birthday and give you a long lost thank you note.)      

Masterpiece…the art journey.

After six art shows in the past nine months, I have now signed with a gallery in Lisbon, Portugal.  They saw my work in New York last May and feel like it is a good fit for their gallery.  I also have another show in New York this March.  The details of both shows are below.  Additionally, there is a new and super exciting development unfolding, but I’ll have to share that in the next blog post when the contract is signed.    

Current and Upcoming Events:

Monteoliveto Gallery in Napoli, Italy – Sur La Route – January 2022

Millicent Tour Launch – February 2022? (Maybe Valentine’s Day…we’ll see.)

Agora Gallery in New York City – March 1 through March 22, 2022 – Interconnection and Intuition, Reception March 3 at 6:00 pm. (Click HERE for further information.)

Colorida Art Gallery in Lisbon, Portugal - November 26, 2022 - March 31, 2023

With that said, thank you for your friendship and perhaps I’ll see you soon with Millicent in tow!

Christiane Palpant

PS: Millicent is currently in Cincinnati, which is also home of the new American Football Conference champs, the Cincinnati Bengals.  Is this good luck for Millicent?  I think so.

Mistakes, Millicent, and Masterpiece