Thursday, February 26, 2009
Everyone seems to be sick. Yep, it's the winter of colds that never go away, or repeat themselves every other week. I've been feeling pretty superior about my excellent health. And I'm not saying that my attitude of health superiority has resulted in some karmic clobbering, but you won't hear me saying I have escaped the year of the dreaded cold. It's here and I am saying "uncle" with my deeply scratchy voice.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Now I think this ol gal really looks like a cow.
Last week I went to a book signing event at A Different Light Bookstore. My pal Justin Early wrote a memoir about being a street kid in Seattle and was in San Francisco promoting his book. I showed up to the reading just in time to hear him read a section about his first meeting me at Walden House fifteen years ago when I worked there. Now that was a blast from the past. I think I should paint goldfish because my mind seems to be similar to one. I recognized none of the people that came up to me to say hello.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
I finished the cows a couple of months ago but haven't had a chance to photograph them until recently. Cows are surprisingly challenging to render. This pair vacillated between looking like sheep and dogs. When I was in Florida in December I had a chance to pet some cows in a pasture adjacent to a medical building. They were very friendly. When I was a kid in Wisconsin, I rode my bike in the country to and from school and would moo at the cows, and they would pick their heads up and look at me every time...it was very satisfying.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
I saw some encaustic paintings today by an artist who used loads of wax, and let the wax teeter precariously over the edges causing a very cool drippy effect. I had some practical concerns about shipping, packing, and moving such pieces but that does not come from the part of my brain that is an artist, but rather the part that hates to lose or break things. Normally I'm pretty Zen about paintings. I'll paint over one in a minute if I'm tired of looking at it. And encaustic paintings are very easily repaired if they do chip or crack. But losing my mom seems to have made me a little clingy, even to a disaster fantasy of a strangers art work being broken.