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……
This is housed in half a former bar in North Shore, CA. The bananatender is the son of the original bar owner. The other half of the bar is now a liquor/convenience store.
Fred started the museum about five years ago when he stumbled on the Guinness Book of Records Banana-related-items collection available on eBay and decided to make it his retirement business.
There are a lot of bannanery things here as you can imagine.
The banana flipflops were one of my favorites.
I couldn’t believe there was a piece of banana-related artwork in there by an artist we know – D actually has a one of his prints. Neither could Fred and Kim. They’re looking forward to me getting them in touch with him.
We couldn’t resist splitting a banana split. Can’t remember the last time I had one. They had a decent selection of ice cream flavors too.
If you’re in the area, it’s definitely worth a look – but do go to their website first and call to make sure of their open hours.
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….
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.
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!)
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!
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.
Irina’s sky has a story behind its name. D’s niece was adopted from the Ukraine and, being required upon adoption to take a middle name picked her Mom’s. One of the things she has commented on is that on cloudy days, it reminds her of where she grew up.
Serendipity just came together so easily from a few pieces of collage that came to hand so easily I think they had been huddling in the box.
“Mongolian Archers” is another of the challenges from Eric in Ventura. I don’t know if Eric also likes bows and arrows (I suppose all guys are sometimes still in touch with that part of their inner 8 year old) but this was another topic that sent me to Wikipedia…
The horn, the wood, the sinew form a curve.
Fit in the feathered stock and then – release!
The arched trajectory that we observe
was not invented as a thing of peace.
But games are where such archery is fun –
at the Nadaam we will compete at ‘sur’.
But short camel-hide baskets never run!
Our bows have been designed for hunting fur-
wrapped food, and shooting from your galloping horse –
distinct advantage over knights with spears
until development had run its course
and guns and bullets made the west our peers.
But if you’re hunted, if you are our prey
And you can hear that draw – away! Away!