As a person concerned with the drought, I will usually take home unused water in my reusable water cups from shows to use in places like the kettle, plants etc. So out of habit I did this even though ‘home’ this weekend is Econolodge. As it was a bitterly cold day, I hadn’t consumed all the water and a full cup remained in the cooler. As the show is on streets, I not only took home my planner but also the little bag of change plus money from some cash sales. All these are jammed into the now-almost-empty cooler, so that the remaining water cup doesn’t tip over in the cooler.
On the turn into the driveway at Econolodge, the entire cooler tipped over in the footwell. The planner escaped the flood, but the money bag didn’t. So when I got to my room, the money had all been nicely laundered for me. Cool wash, no soap, short cycle. It’s not a great concern though – money dries out pretty quickly, especially when laid on top of the heater above the sign that says ‘Do not lay anything on top of the heater to dry’. I’m just glad at this point it’s Econolodge and I don’t have to ‘splain anything to room service.
It does look a little wrinkly though, perhaps I should iron it. Don’t get excited though, there are a lot of singles in there.
This one is a particular favorite of mine, and has an odd story behind it. I entered this and a few other pieces into a competition in Yucca Valley, and it won a second prize. Except that it was mis-classified in plant life. Oh well. A ribbon is a ribbon and prize money is prize money…..
#1226 Splashing Around. Mixed media on pine panel, 17″ diameter. $300.
A note: Where I grew up in Wales, during the Cold War, the time for nukes to reach us from Moscow was supposed to be four minutes.
Within the upturned cerulean cup,
across the Wedgwood blue waves –
the milk-not-plain Chocolate Mountains.
Above, the bright October sun blinds us to
flashes of falling silver
dispensed from those brown-growling speedsters above.
We are too far to see
spiky gray instant clouds scattering
puthers of pulverized sand,
but the earth reports back to us
as shuddering ripples under our feet.
The bombing range is in use today.
It is night time now in another desert.
I wonder if Aleppo hears the gray jets’ approach –
do they carry on with their ecru lives
as do I, under these bombing runs,
wondering if they are in range,
knowing there is no place to hide,
like we carried on under the timescale
of the black cold war,
that four-minute range to white nuclear destruction –
not jet to hear, no future to hold
just gone in sunshine, releasing
the range of emotions we carried with us,
the thoughts and hopes we nevertheless hewed out
in our pastel lives.
But accidents happen within
the rainbow range of human possibilities;
a hop, a skip, a crimson heart beat,
a jumpy peach finger tip and we are all in range
of the friendly fire that
could rain down twenty miles too far west, upending
a Salton City day into the beige earth around us
and the cerulean cup above.
#1225 Fluttering Clouds. Mixed media on pine panel, 17″ diameter. $300.
This is one that especially deserves to have the ‘in place’ shot posted. By design you really have to look twice to see those butterflies. I wanted to create a painting where the shape of the refractured watercolor part is more hidden than obvious, and I feel I’ve succeeded here. The color is also more accurate (at least on my screen) on the in-place shot.
Fluttering clouds hung in place – the butterflies are now more apparent because of the texture.
Here are some photos taken by one of the other gallerists when I was teaching in Borrego Springs Art Institute on Tuesday. The three students, with varying levels of experience, all found they learned a lot from the class.
Students often feel more comfortable creating a color wheel when I am too. Yes, that apron does make me look fat, doesn’t it!
Just checking that she is painting off in the right direction. I am actually still** wearing my shorts behind the apron.
We don’t worry about exactly evenly spaced areas, but it’s important to get the right mixes in the right places.