Occasionally I get to bring a painting to its forever home in person. Sunday evening (very late because the Strawberry Festival runs until 6:30pm) I got to stop by this client’s home to show her a painting she’d seen on my phone when we were talking about round paintings. Theme and Variations was – is still – one of my favorite creations which explains why it spent most of its life in my bathroom – until last weekend. Now it lives in a home office in Westlake Village.
I haven’t posted a sonnet in a while. I was going to post one about hot flashes (seeing as I’ve been enjoying to the extent that I need to start laughing about it) but Andrew Eales’ post this morning reminded me about this sonnet:
It’s in man’s heart, because it’s in his head
to merge both words and music into song.
There’re places in our brains they both belong
together – feelings more than just what’s said.
But too, we wonder how that seed was sown
that made us lilt our words into a tune.
Was it the wolves a-howling at the moon
or cat’s meow, or buck’s loud rutting groan?
It’s much more likely that the sound above
that we sometimes call angels, were the trills
inspiring us to develop singing skills
to tell our stories, feelings, sadness, love.
Whatever was that singing that we heard
outside our souls? It was a little bird.
Each year there is a ‘Shakin up the Arts’ show at the Carmen Durazo Center in Calexico. This year the show was just about equally divided between high school students and adult artist entries.
Always my pleasure to post the Cloud Appreciation Society newsletter. This one especially is one to dig into and see whether you can get your tongue round the word “cataractagenitus”.
Well this is more of a tale from the business desk of the studio. These three letters came in the mail today. In fairness I picked them all up today, they probably arrived over a series of days, I just present them in the order I opened them.
I’m sure these are all automatically generated. At least, for the sake of Arizonans, I hope so. Having previously spent 31 years in the computer industry, and about half of that working for government entities of some sort, I still think some test planner’s head should roll for allowing this kind of scenario to waste money. Not sure whether to laugh or cry.
The best part: This is probably in response to the fact that on April 19th I sent them a check for $2 for underpayment of something I couldn’t figure out what I’d underpaid. I thought my math was just bad on the sales on the check I wrote them in March for the show I did in February, and that they were probably better at math than I was….
I entered three paintings into the Collage Artists of America show ‘Reality is Overrated’ and one was accepted. I was delighted that I was able to make the reception at the Betsy Lueke Creative Arts Center in Burbank. Amazingly I arrived on time after setting up for the art fair in Calabasas, with a little help from my Airbnb host on confirming that my alternate route would be good.
May 1st I went over to Indio Senior Center and hung 21 paintings. Or more accurately, Nancy Vance, the community program administrator hung them after I opened boxes and set them out against the wall. And we put up the prices and signage and photographed the show. In 45 minutes. Talk about knowing what we’re doing!