Newer Work #79

I guess there is sometimes a progession in the names.  Evening rain and Night Storm.  It’s been awhile since I’ve seen either of those, but here they are.

watercolor collage

#1298 Evening Rain, 3.5×5″ watercolor collage in mat to fit 5×7″ frame. $25

Night storms are interesting because here we have the power go out in about 50% of good storms.

watercolor collage

#1299, Night Storm III 3.5×5″ watercolor collage in mat to fit 5×7″ frame. $25

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The Pylos Combat Agate.

I thought that this article was very interesting.  About 3500 years ago, a Minoan warrior was buried along with some stone carved artwork.  Now that it’s been unearthed, the details in the artwork suggest a level of artistic knowledge beyond its time.

It is certainly a detailed piece of realistic carving!

 

Center for Healthy Generations.

Skyscapes for the Soul in Yucca Valley

Art and yardsale items. This is a first for me. I wanted to buy one of the hats, but I wasn’t allowed.

I was accepted to have a month-long solo show in what is considered an ‘alternative’ space – i.e. not a regular gallery. This is the Center for Healthy Generations in Yucca Valley. It’s quite an active center with a pretty full schedule of activities. When I arrived to hang my work, Darla, my handler – said there had been some dissent over the time of my hanging because they were setting up for an indoor yardsale on Friday.

yvhlc2That was the bad news,  the good news being that lots* of people would see my work. Right behind the yardsale items. I had to stand on the tables and tiptoe between the partially completed display of yardsale items to hang my work. Fortunately I did not stand on the hands of the lady below me trying to arrange items while I trod between them.

yvhlc3Then there’s space on the other wall for two large paintings. Here, my progress was hampered by the fact that a yoga class was in session and I had to wait until they’d finished before we could put the last two paintings up.

Yes, there’s going to be a lot* of people who see my work in the next month!

The balloon of knowledge….

Here’s November’s monthly newsletter.  As an addendum, I realize I was actually working on 25 commissions in October.  When do I find time to clean the house?  Oh, wait……

Cloud Appreciation Society Newsletter

I always love getting this newsletter whenever Gavin gets to writing one.  The vacations sound a little cold for this desert rat, but the necklaces and earrings on the ‘Buy Cloud Jewelry‘ page look like I might need to sent Santa some fake news about how good I’ve been this year….

How good? My cloud painting ‘The Road to Selfoss’ is on the front page of their website this month.   That’s not fake news!  It was painted from a photograph by my good friend Murray Foote.

Stress levels.

The studio doesn’t normally look this messy.  Actually it’s looking a bit better than it had done as 20 of the little oil paintings I had to do are drying on the line, one is on the wall, two behind me (not shown – one landscape, one pet portrait) and one on the left still in progress taking up the main project table.  While I wait for a good time to make the next round of progress on the one on the left, I’m working on exercises for a class I’m going to start teaching next month.  It’s a watercolor class and as you can see, there’s hardly anywhere to put the watercolors.

Art Studio in a mess

There really isn’t anywhere to put anything down! The painting on the left is on supports, with oil paints stashed underneath it.

This too shall pass in about a week when I get the large oil dry enough to put on a wall to finish drying, and by then the babies should be dry enough to stack somewhere until I deliver them next month.  (Watch for the December newsletter probably to find their destination, it’s fun!)

 

Sonnet Challenge #14

This is the last one in the series suggested by Eric in Ventura.  His phrase was:This is the last one in the series suggested by Eric in Ventura.  His phrase was:”The attic, grandma’s art hidden behind the attic crawl space”
Having gotten close to the end of the list of suggestions, I’ve been working off on my own for a while.  I completed six sonnets on the weekend during quiet moments at the art fair and I’m now over the 100 mark!
Grandma’s attic
It’s an expected death, but still, she’s gone –

in heaven with Grandpa – her life love – again

and now it’s up to us to clear the home.

Sixty years of chatchkis, what a pain!

The auctioneer comes first and takes the best.

Next the ebay guy, then Goodwill runs,

and lastly to the dump with all the rest

but family albums.  Oh!  The attic’s full

of paintings!  Whose are these?  My God, they’re hers!

We’d no idea she was so good at art.

And dates! She’d painted in her youth for years,

but none since when our Grandpa stole her heart.

So sad, on these walls only now we see t

he artist her life wouldn’t let her be.