Solo Show for August

JeniBateVanguardAug2017-1_wOne of the things that didn’t get on camera when I was taking photos of my Paint-the-night class was that earlier in the afternoon Rick (Rick Archer, President of Moreno Valley Cultural Arts Foundation and Vanguard Gallery) and I had hung up a 14-painting solo show on the left wall.

JeniBateVanguardAug2017-2_w<Sigh> this is by far the first time that I have put up a solo show and promptly forgotten to take any photos of it.   Senior moment!

 

JeniBateVanguardAug2017-3_wBlissfully I was passing not far from the gallery on Monday morning and (seeing as I’m on the advisory committee and one of the tutors and I have a key to the gallery) stopped in to rectify this.  The show will be up through August and there will be a reception on August 19th, 7-8pm.  Rick should have the labels up by then!  Actually many of these are available through my Etsy store at the moment (though it might take a little longer than promised to ship….).

Another sonnet.

Sometimes it gets quiet at art fairs.  There is often a bit of a lull around lunch time.  If I’m sitting at the back of the booth at the desk, I’ll often use the time to work on my bucket list item of more Shakesperean sonnets than Shakespeare.  Flagstaff was productive and I was able to write a sonnet each of the three days.  I sometimes have to search around for inspiration, Saturday’s inspiration was the nest of sparrows within tweeting distance.

Sparrows

The sparrow has more color than you’d think

(but painters know burnt umber, wine, ecru)

and though they seem to flit off in a wink

the observer sees the little things they do.

Sometimes they’ll dust in patches of soft sand

and often in a puddle from the rain

with wriggling bodies, wings aflutter, and

the knowledge that they’ll soon feel fresh again.

The well-trained ear can spot each different call –

the black-throat’s glockenspiel and house’s cheep

the white-crowned sparrow’s sweet melodious trill

and common to them all, the young chick’s tweet.

So if you ever thought sparrows were plain

Take another look and listen, think again!

Another sonnet.

I’m still working on that bucket list of writing more Shakespearean sonnets than ‘The Bard’ himself, and sometimes a quieter hour at an art fair can be productive.  Will had the opportunity to write about sparrow, but didn’t, though I don’t think he would ever have seen some of those mentioned, they just weren’t available there!

 

Sparrows
The sparrow has more color than you’d think

(but painters know burnt umber, wine, ecru)

and though they seem to flit off in a wink

the observer sees the little things they do.

Sometimes they’ll dust in patches of soft sand

and often in a puddle from the rain

with wriggling bodies, wings aflutter, and

the knowledge that they’ll soon feel fresh again.

The well-trained ear can spot each different call –

the black-throat’s glockenspiel and house’s cheep

the white-crowned sparrow’s sweet melodious trill

and common to them all, the young chick’s tweet.

So if you ever thought sparrows were plain,

Take another look and listen, think again!

Falling between the cracks in cyberspace

….. there went the link.  The link to the actual youtube video.  No, I have no idea what happened in the mailchimp world, but here is the actual functional video link!

A good pen….

… can have a lot of good poetry fall out of the end of it.  This is from a pen for my sign ups for newsletter at art fairs.  Either that or I was bored for long enough to write!

Juxtapositions

The drip of time
the pressure of starlight
the push of gravity
the heat of a planet’s spin

the brightness of shadows
the silence of beauty
the beauty of silence
the lightness of dancing

The speed of moonlight
the kiss of water
the depth of sunshine
the weight of music

The pull of love
the pain of staying
the anguish of asking
the fracture of reply.

Hunted.

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“Wiest Lake”. My favorite fishing hole.

At the show in San Diego on Saturday, my first sale was to a returning client who had to hunt me down.  I hadn’t put my booth number on the email reminding fans about the show, so he wandered up and down the aisles.  Eventually he asked help from another artist.  “Do you know this artist – her work is a little like this but pixellated.”  Blissfully my fellow artist knew who the cutter was and he found me a few minutes later.

He took the opportunity to pick up my second book, Mixed Weather, and really liked ‘Wiest Lake’, but at 48×48″ didn’t have the wall space for it. (Well, not without removing a portrait of his good lady.  Sometimes I really don’t mind getting upstaged.)  I suggested a print in a smaller size through Fine Art America, and promised to make sure my image was available for him to evaluate the options.  I opened email this morning and found someone had ordered a print on metal.  I’m figuring it’s the same client that found a size and surface that would fit in his home!

Confluence of Disciplines

Sometimes you can just answer a simple question with the first honest – and incomplete – answer.

Here’s my monthly mailing that explains why art forms can be so interwoven.