"We Three"

"We Three"

Sunday, January 01, 2017

New year, new intentons. Right....

Not particularly happy today.  Spent an extra half hour in bed, and both dogs couldn't make it to the back door without unloading.  God bless Resolve.  Went back to bed after we all had breakfast and another walkie-poo, and binged on Divorce on HBO On Demand.  But, once again, dogs were crossing their legs, so I am up, showered, dressed, and still doing nothing.  I have nightmares about camping on the couch, watching Keeping Up with the Kardasians, or Say Yes to the Dress.  Couch potato hell.  So far, not happening.  Here I am, writing!  Big atta-girl.  Next comes some piano playing, picking away at simpleton songs I used to breeze through.  Bought the damned thing, now must justify it.  I actually like it.  I think.  I want things to change this year.  Sadly, that means doing things differently.  and that is hard.  Well, not a easy as doing them the same. 

Saturday, December 31, 2016

Adios, 2016 aka I'm glad you'te gone, you crappy year, you.

Long time no write.  Lots to tell here.  Let's see.  I just lived the most awful year in a month of years.  Mother is dead.  This is good.  Her punishment lived on, though.  She took away most of my inheritance, rather gleefully, if you ask me.  That is how the year began.  Then, in February, here came Beatrice, pictured here with her big sis, Nora, and blessings abounded.  Then a big brouhaha erupted around little old me in the fellowship, and I got ostracized from my sisterhood.  Sigh.  That is okay.  I saw the big picture, and no one else did.  Then my landlord got a bean in her butt and began doing "improvements" to my little yellow house.  Like a deck that remained half finished for months, followed by sidewalks that got torn up and turned into miniature mountains of detritus all around the front yard.  And then, surprise, I got notice to vacate in 60 days.  Lucky for me I am prescient, and had already explored my options, which leaned heavily toward buying a place.  Rentals in our area are astronomical.  And, as luck would have it, I stumbled on a manufactured home just a block away from the yellow house, now known as the forever house.  It is mucho larger, mucho prettier, mucho newer.  Huge kitchen, three bedrooms, one of which is now my mucho bigger studio.  So the year ended on a high note, after the horrendous move, which, surprise, did not kill me after all.  And now, here I am, in business again.  And, once again, getting back on track.  And speaking of tracks, there is this train that choochoos through our town on a regular basis, empty.  It is the "test train", we are told, but I think it is just a giant economy sized train set for some developmentally delayed guys who just like blowing the whistle.  Life is remarkably surreal at the moment.  So bring on 2017.  It couldn't possibly  be worse, or better, that its predecessor. 

Monday, September 14, 2015

Me, hanging on someone else's wall!

First gallery show.  Wow.  Even I am impressed.  And everything looked worthy.  Well, almost everything.  One piece will get more attention when I get it home.  I was a painting tornado this last month, putting this all together.  Lots of fun doing it, too, as you can see.  What a way for an adult to spend her time, splashing paint around.  My favorite moments in kindergarten were standing at a tiny easel, painting with poster paints. Sixty six years later, and the same thing is happening.  I gave almost every piece I entered into this show a companion.  These are the wabisabiest pair, Chance of Rain and Summer Storm.  They should always be hung together, right?  So dash right out and buy both of them!

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Happy accidents...

I decided the cat needed a companion piece, so I cropped a pic of Punk and diddled this up yesterday.  I was laboring over it when I got just the stroke I wanted, there, in the middle of his forehead and I went, oh.  That's the ticket.  So I loaded up my brush and went for it.  Result is really fine.  It is what I was aiming for.  That seldom happens, getting the idea out of my head and onto the surface.  So here is Dog, companion to Cat, and ever so satisfying. 
And wonder of wonders, Comcast sent me my $100 prepaid VISA without me even whining about it, and in the very same batch of mail, there was a catalog for Riley Street's Fall Sale (big art supply store, Disneyland for artists).  I am headed there soon to stock up on canvases.  Blick will supply new pigments.  Oh, the joy of new art supplies!

Saturday, August 08, 2015

Please, no applause...

I got up early today and got butt to morning meeting, very spiritual and inspirational, and on my way home I crossed the last of the I-can't-sleep-until-I-get-this-done list.  I got the car serviced, only 1300 miles over its scheduled oil change.  It is now officially geriatric, having racked up over 100,000 miles (in 12 years), and I knew this was going to be more than the usual $45.00 super-duper oil change, and yes, it cost me $132, which was actually less than I had feared.  Yay, me!  Yay, Ford Focus!  Other recent accomplishments were paying the sales tax, always a mysterious process because I include it in the price of my work and must back it out again and I never know the current rate and can never remember all the digits I need to get into my account online.  Sigh.  I got that done and then wrote the last check for my upcoming trip to Italy, Greece, and Turkey.  Yay, me!  Then I got to the vet to get the super-duper extra-strength mega-expensive flea medication for the pooches.  Yay, me!  I got Punk to the groomer and he is all spiffed up and much less likely to get burs caught in his beard.  Yay, me!  So, I thought, after all these wondrous accomplishments, it might be a good day to walk to the art supply store, a mere mile away, and get some more canvasses for the opus I am creating for a show I am having in September in (gulp) a gallery.  Except that I am still here, noodling around Facebook or playing Forty Thieves Solitaire.  Well, decompression isn't a bad thing either.  Oh, and here is Cat One, probably a new series.  Wabisabi cat.  Yay, me!

Saturday, July 25, 2015

Wabisabi, again...

This is just so much fun!  Big painting for me, messy but (I hope) artful.  I don't know what artful is, but I know it when I see it, and especially when I don't   Wabisabi is right up my alley; free and kinetic with lots of movement and fiddling around with palette knives and putty knives and sponges and a spray bottle as well as big, big brushes and gobs of paint.  A trip to Blick is on the calendar for several more of these cradled boards.  Don't even need to frame those suckers!  How great is that!

Thursday, July 16, 2015

Wabisabi me...

Once upon a moment, I took a "friend" with me to help me mat and frame a favorite photograph.  She perused it as we stood at the counter in the artsy frame shop, and finally said "Well, there is all this little crap in the flowers."  Gee, you think?  It was lovely pink blossoms glistening with dew in the freaking GARDEN, what did she expect?  And I decided two things then; she was not good friend material, and my art was always going to be about imperfection.  Later, in school, I was introduced to wabisabi, a whole school of imperfection that the Japanese have cherished for centuries.  And whenever I get tired of laboring pickily at a piece, which I am wont to do on occasion, forgetting my emblematic work, the all-over-the-place colors and worshiping the delight of showing my process to the world, I do something like this piece, very fast and with a lot of elan.  And sometimes it just comes up like a little miracle here in the tiny studio in the little yellow house, and proclaims itself wondrous.  At least, I think so.  More coming.