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As we settle back home, after a whirlwind week at the Granary Gallery show, the studio has a bit more room to move around in and the muses are taking full advantage. No rest for the artiste…I am being given short spurts of time off to harvest the tomatoes, and pluck the odd green bean or two…then it is right back to the easel.
So watch this space…
Now that this new website is blazingly fast, it will be a pleasure to send out blog posts in a more regular and timely fashion. Thanks as ever, for coming along on this ride.
I was interviewed early this spring by Libby Ellis and the Q and A session has been published for your reading pleasure…click on the painting below, grab a teacup of your choice and get a peek into my studio adventures…
The way my brain scampers about these days, I need to take notes. Okay, I’m being generous with the “these days”, I’ve always taken notes. Journals full.
With scraps of paper and napkin corners and dog-eared pages of old magazines, I have jotted and doodled hundreds and hundreds of ideas for paintings over the decades.
Sometimes just a few gestures, often a phrase run across while reading, or listening to music, or watching a movie.
Two or three times a year, I gather the sketchbooks and journals and thumb-tacked notes, and review.
So, there I was, in review mode, when I remembered that there were notes… on my phone.
Been a long while since I was in a place without a pencil, but there have been the odd times when I had to use my phone app to jot down an idea. Some of those pencilless moments must have been in the middle of the night.
For the life of me, I have no idea what I was thinking when I wrote…
Shackled and dilled Walker Jigsaw pieces Exploding from the center Tomatoes
Anway, Two entries from the bottom was this sentence,
Celeste speaks well of Ruth but secretly envies her aprons
A perfect jewel, which there is no way I thought of myself. No reference, just that rarefied run-on of perfection. I instantly ran to the teacups, searched the studio for my two favorite aprons, and got to work.
Here is where I must beg forbearance, from whomever I am so shamelessly plagiarizing, I thought enough of your playfully glorious words to save them in my “Painting Ideas” folder, though I have absolutely no idea where they first crossed my path.
The Muses made certain that the sentence stayed hidden until the precise moment I was ready, or rather, THEY knew I was ready.
So… tag me for the steal, and thank you from the bottom of my Aunt Imy’s wedgewood, and wait for it… I may catch Celeste and Ruth in some future, dare I hope…compromising, compositions.
Last year at this time, I was polishing up the tiara, and mirror ball, for the opening of …
Since then, the dynamic creative production duo of David and Barbarella Fokos, aka Salt and Sugar Productions have been dividing their time between studio work, filming and editing of new productions for TAO, The Artist’s Odyssey (check out their updated website), oh…AND enjoying awards ceremonies at International Film Festivals.
Yep, that’s me at the easel again…still painting that blue door !
So, as I am in final production for my next show, at the Granary Gallery in only a couple weeks, I have been given the opportunity to provide my readers and viewers with a special chance to see the movie, Visions of Home, in all it’s seaside glory, here from my website.
For anyone who might have missed it the first go round, or who may be new to this site because they saw it at some film festival without knowing beforehand who that old woman with the paint all over her shirt was, and for the rest of you who just simply cannot get enough of watching paint dry, and do not let me overlook Finnegan’s fan base…
Anyway, David has made a lovely page dedicated to the movie where you can see the trailer and watch the full film and get some backstory, with the wonderful blog post that Barbarella wrote about last years’ debut screening and some of the process behind their process, which alone is worth the read…and he’s included the article which The Vineyard Gazette published around the time of the opening in which they interviewed Barb and David about the making of the film.
So grab a bowl of popcorn, pull up your lawn chair by the kiddie pool, put a straw in some cool beverage, set your favorite viewing device to this link…
I’ve been playing catch up after an extended time away from the easel, and have been hitting the brushes hard for the last few weeks. So, I am a bit behind with this blog, and a long list of other things…
There are two new paintings which are out there in the gallery world and I wanted to let you take a peek.
This first one, The Self Portrait, is a painting of Zoe when she visited camp Gran and Mima last summer. There are traces of this chalk portrait lingering on the studio porch, and it warms my cold winter heart every day.
The second is a still life, Reeling, for which I have Alex to thank. He’s the one who got me excited about learning to fly fish, and gifted me with that lure, and a few hundred stories about his fishing adventures. I have my new rod, Sister Bean, at the ready by my kitchen door and on sunny days I practice my casting out in the yard. That may be as close as I get to hooking a fish, which would be fine because I mostly just enjoy the time spent with Alex. He’s a keeper.
Reeling is hanging in the current show at Gallery 1261, in Denver.
OK, now it’s back to work.
You all enjoy these lengthening days, and play nice out there.
We want to send huge love to Jane Slater, as today she celebrates her 40th year at the antique shop she and her husband Herb have operated in Menemsha. Someone else will be sitting behind this desk next season, but for me, I shall forever see her smile looking back.
Jane will step boldly into a new chapter and we wish her full speed ahead.
I always dreamed of being able to see the ocean from this kitchen window, while the bacon sizzled. The last summer we gathered on the bluff, this was the view.
I will remember this tiny galley space, full of friends, grabbing for pots and pans, reaching behind the dish-washer, who was sudsing away at the old porcelain sink… criss-crossing some other arm, in search of a knife for the cheese plate… and the two of us who were wrangling the lid on the about-to-boil lobster pot, which took up three of the four burners on the little stove, leaning to one side, as the screen door came banging in, and one or other of the urchins came flying by, after being told to fetch the bug spray for those who were re-applying after showers and a day at the beach.
If you were standing in that kitchen, looking out this window, and turned to your right, you would be enlisted as the “passer”.
The sliding window, opened to the sun porch, was the pass through for the ones who were charged with setting the table,and relaying drink orders, and hurrying the cooks along as the hungry beach stragglers, who had done the breakfast service, were seated at the long blue benches.
So many meals, so much laughter, some dancing, and not a few kisses, we just simply lived love in that space.
When first I visited this camp, on the bluff, at the edge of the world, there were six.
The most perfectly weighted, richly glazed, smoothly worn, ceramic mugs.
They aged with us, but even with a crack or chip or two, I could happily lose myself in that deep marine indigo cave.
“The muses wanted to weigh in on this election cycle, the prop room decided to step things back a century, and by the time I got around to choosing the right teacup…the eagle was doing a flyby.”
Goodnight Moon – 16 x 20
“Our youngest grand daughter, Zoë, is a firefly, sparkly, bouncy, Tigger sort of a girl. She has the gift of a magical curiousity, and the rare patience to make the most of everything new her 5-year old eyes come across. Our days together are a blast, but I think my favorite part is tucking her freshly brushed and pajama’d self under the covers, giving her an eagle hug, and listening from the room next door as her Gran reads one more book. Goodnight Moon is a favorite for us both. Zoë has her own copy; the book in this painting is the one that sent me to dreamland when I was her age. The mouse is eternal.”
And, after a frantic couple of days when this very website was off the rails…I want to send a shout out of thanks to my tech crew…Ross ! We in the creative department are so glad you’ve got our backs.