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It’s been a crazy, Up-and-Down summer.  In April we were told that our son and his family were moving back to the Seattle area (great happiness and very, very Up!) and that our son would be arriving several months before his family… so the always pleasant Mr. T and I decided that we would finally convert the dank and dingy storage room in the basement into a lovely and comfortable studio/guest room.  Unfortunately we lost our magic wand and were forced to be personally involved in the transformation. (How many lights?  Lots!  What color?  Don’t care!  What kind of hardware on the door?  What???  Pretty much a Down even though this was something long considered.) We also decided to finally paint the house, something that had needed to be done for years…more decisions re: color which the always pleasant Mr. T put squarely in my corner (very, very Down, in my opinion but a safety move in his!)   By mid-May decisions had been made and contractors scheduled (about as Up as you can get) when one evening, while Mr. T and I were eating dinner,  we were unpleasantly surprised when a not-young-but-not-old woman, hopped up on Red Bull and suffering from (she said)  low blood sugar, lost control of her car and ricocheted at a high speed off our narrow road and into our front yard, knocking boulders out of the rockery, mowing down my beloved garden, smashing the birdbath, shattering the picket fence and  attempting to enter the house via the kitchen’s south wall. (Down and more Down.)  She was uninsured, of course (very Down!)  Neither she nor her companion were hurt (must have been all that Red Bull) and the impromptu gathering of neighbors in our front yard, along with the police, made this event a strangely festive Up. However, the cleanup the next day (and the next day and the next day) was an incredible chore particularly since the always pleasant Mr. T is unpleasant Mr. Death to all green and growing things (Down!)  The contracting dates were pushed back while we checked the house’s foundation, etc.  (Down, Down, Down!)

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Fences Can’t Stop Me!

 

Except for some shattered shingles the house wasn’t damaged. (A surprising Up) The fence has been finally replaced and painted, and the surviving flowers and bushes are mostly back in the ground.  The house has been painted, and the very scary place in the basement has been remodeled into a surprisingly pleasant room.  Our son and family are settled into an apartment in the city. (Up, Up and more UP!)  During all this, the always pleasant Mr. T had his knee replaced and has managed to stay mostly pleasant. And today it finally rained. It’s good to be alive!

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The past two months have been crazy busy, and I’ve been popping in and out of the studio like a jack-in-the-box.  I never have quite enough time and never get quite enough done.  I did manage to finish this painting…on one of the pop-ins, I decided it was a little to raw.  So, from this:

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to this.  Better, I think, and finished.

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There aren’t too many good things to be said about moving.  It is first of all an awful lot of physical work, so who likes that?  And secondly, the “finds” in the studio are mostly either plain yucky or strange and puzzling.  There are the dead and desiccated flies hidden in corners and on the window sills.   For the life of me I can’t remember why I have a rather large box of rhinestones in varying sizes and colors…but keeping those just in case.   Likewise, there were the google-eyes…I remember the project, a google-eye covered lampshade (quite chic) for a charity auction but why would I have saved all the leftover eyes?  They’re gone.  Uncovered a plethora of paint tube caps from long gone tubes of paint…different brands, different sizes…which made some sense since the floor in my old studio had gaping holes, not so gaping that I would fall through but gaping enough to swallow paint caps, small change and once my studio keys when I dropped them…all gone to a special place, never to be seen again.  There was the small leak in the ceiling that I never knew about until I moved a stack of lovely drawing paper, lovely no more but apparently quite absorbent.  The culling of paintings and drawings was definitely necessary, nonetheless I had to keep reminding myself of a long ago newspaper review of a retrospective that said, as best I remember:  Obviously Artist Joe Blow never threw anything away!

I did find a stack  paintings that I’d forgotten about or chose to ignore. Some were canvases meant to be painted over (which I mostly cut up and tossed) and a few were canvases that were meant to be finished when the weather changed or when spirit moved me or  when I decided what exactly the muse was trying to say, and  there were some just turned against the wall for who knows what reason.  This is one of those paintings….

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Seattle Studio finally empty

Seattle Studio finally empty

If someone tells you that you have too many art supplies, for God’s sake, listen.   They are not jealous of your well stocked studio.  They are not coveting your art supplies nor questioning your expertise in multiple media.   They are not even (one hopes) plain, old ordinary mean and critical.   And while they may sound a just a tad snarky, they probably like you and mean well enough.   Probably.  My guess is that they are just afraid that you are going to ask them to help you move all that stuff from your old studio to your new one.   They’re not being  preachy, sarcastic or derogatory, they’re  just watching for that sucker punch….

The cabinet I wish I could have kept!

The cabinet I wish I could have kept!

To my surprise two of my friends actually volunteered to help me move, not counting the always pleasant Mr. T who had no choice in the matter.  But because I valued their friendship, of course I said Thanks but no, I’ve (meaning we’ve) got it covered.  What I didn’t but should have realized is that Mr. T and I have totally different moving styles.  I carefully study each item, deciding whether or not it should be kept or tossed.  He is of the “Toss it in a box, move it and decide later!” persuasion.  Between the two of us, we managed to be out of the Seattle studio at the end of January.  But, sweet heaven above, the chaos in the new studio has to be seen to be believed.

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Valentine's Day project

Valentine’s Day project

Mr. T and I spent Valentine’s Day in the new studio putting up and then painting peg board.Were we tired?  You betcha!  But not so tired that we couldn’t spend a romantic evening with a take out pizza and a bottle of red wine, dressed in our classiest  jammies in front of the tv.

 

 

 

December

Annual December madness is upon me…I’m not spending enough time at the studio and too much time at the post office…not memorizing the wanted posters as you might think, but mailing packages and buying stamps just in case I manage to get out holiday cards this year.   I didn’t manage to do that last year or the year before and I’m pretty sure not the year before that, so the perfect, carefully chosen cards will soon be candidates for the Antiques Road Show.

Star Dust & Cookie Crumbs

Star Dust & Cookie Crumbs

 

When I do go to the studio I pack a little, then paint a little, and then pack a little more.  These two paintings are both acrylic on canvas.  Winter Bouquet is a small painting ( 20″ x 16″)  and obviously (although not so obvious to me when I was painting it) influenced by the twinkling  Christmas lights… or perhaps the twinkling sugar on Christmas cookies… or perhaps the twinkling in the always pleasant Mr. T’s eyes as he happily plans my Christmas morning surprise.

Winter Bouquet

Winter Bouquet

 

Wishing joyous twinkling to you all this holiday season!

Au revoir, Seattle

After more than two weeks of the temperatures dropping below freezing, a tiny but nasty bit of snow and ice (hopefully the last of the season) and  blustery winds from the north I’ve decided to really and finally and at last move my studio south…to lovely Burien By The Sea.  I truly hate the thought of moving the studio since I love the SoDo location, but adding anther space heater (the fourth!) into my unheated and un-insulated studio only managed to raise the temperature to 65 after several hours and to that I say, “Ah, phooey!”  My new studio space has lower ceilings (too bad!) and equally bad lighting, but is slightly larger and very, very much warmer…but having to say good-bye to coffee-and-a-cookie at the incredible Macrina Bakery is going to break my heart.  I’m starting the  Pack Or Toss now, but will make the actual move in January when it will, most certainly,  be dark, cold…and raining.

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The Snow Falling On Our Skin

 

This is the third oil on Yupo.  It started out a tad more romantic, but I was temperature-influenced and sorely cold-bit while painting.   I envisioned this painting as a sweet little (well, not so little since the Yupo measures  28″ x 40″, but definitely sweet) valentine but regretfully it morphed into a survivalist statement.  Sometimes paintings have a mind of their own.

I’m now on my third Yupo and oil stick painting, only to find out from them that know that this is not a good idea…something about chemical reactions and solvents and deterioration  (the paintings, not me.)  Too bad and so sad and am not quite certain what to do now with all that Yupo…too transparent for wearing, too thin for insulation, and too stiff for toilet paper…a conundrum,  for sure. Here is the first Yupo and oil stick painting…I was having a mighty good time painting it and it shows in these jolly jellybean colors. The always pleasant Mr. T pointed out (very carefully, I might add) that it really didn’t look like one of my paintings. Quite right, as I am not normally this cheerful. 003 This is the second painting, still happy, happy, crazy happy but a little more like my normal painting style. I started out with a teapot and a daisy, but it morphed.   Just as well, I suppose. 002 The third painting is not yet fit for human eyes to see,  but it is coming along nicely. Too bad it may fall apart faster than me.