Saturday, September 27, 2008
Today it rained so hard we had a basement water problem. Like Brook Benton sang "feels like it's raining all over the world". Out on the sunporch I watched the rain and looked at magazines. The pooch hates to get his paws wet on walks in this mess. I find rain a cleansing experience even with the basement wettage. I am coming outa my funk a bit. Stocked up on wine today and have found recent;y as much as I love shiraz it gives me major esophageal reflux in bed. So I am back to white wine for evening sippings. I am doing alot of new art journal backgrounds for writings in the winter. Wonder if most artsy folks go thru such ups and downs as I do?
Sunday, September 21, 2008
This is my brother Kevin and grandson Aiden. Kevins son,the father of Aiden,is returning on his Navy ship from overseas now. We can't wait for Eric's return. I am sure he can't wait to see his son again. HI ERIC,thanks for all the pics onboard.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Among various things going on in life to worry me lately, 2 baby lovebirds died. They just weren't thriving and each died on different days,one survived this batch. "He" looks blue like his dad so I am sure I will keep him,just because. I am sinking into art just to get by.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Monday, September 1, 2008
I happened to look up on my "studio/computer room" wall and saw this amazing color dancing around. The photo doesn't do it justice naturally. It"s being reflected from my cars tail light red cover. I had to grab the camera for this momentary event.
Speaking of events,I am just finishing up a series of collages for the annual "International Collage Exchange" this year. I am thrilled with these pieces since they were inspired by "my secret place" at the Johns Hopkins School of Health. The first time I catered there,I walked into a gallery of 2 of my favorite artists,Jim Dine and Robert Rauschenberg. I could not believe my eyes,and I was alone with them,each time since. This secret place of mine is so unused and hidden that I feel it's mine all mine. I regret even telling anyone about it. Only Hopkins and their vast array of art could thrill and suprise the unexpectd viewer like me. They can afford it,I am just glad it's presented to me in my very own gallery. Tables around but no one even eating lunch and admiring this art. I have happened upon the most wonderful and inspirational art all over the nooks and crannys in that huge complex of medicine. Why can't they just let me have one piece for my collection,obviously no one would miss it? Instead I made myself a larger collage from my series this year entitled "When Dine met Rauschenberg" (in my secret place)