Sixty-something woman shares ruminations as she plys the latter third of her life with the caveat that age entitles her to be absolutely outrageous whenever possible.
Wednesday, September 05, 2012
A busy day for the artist...
The horse went north, the cow went west, both to be hung on public walls where erstwhile connoisseurs of our little community can mull over them, and maybe take them home to love them on THEIR wall. I stood in line with the other artists, just like I belonged there, both times. Said hello to a few I already know, got excited about the reception Friday night, and the big Art for Life event on Saturday. Gee, guess I am one of the guys, after all. And this weekend, a friend and I sojourned up the coast to Sea Ranch, where the affluent retire to this lovely community on the coast, to do their open studio event, and I saw a bunch of abstracts not unlike the ones I have been slapping away at lately. Maybe I am on to something? Like, frame them in shadowboxes and put a hefty price on them? I actually like mine a lot better than most that I saw, and got some dandy ideas, too. What a way to live this is. What grace.