On this Friday the thirteenth I have a spate of undeserved good luck to reflect on. The Summer Art Market at the Art Students’ League of Denver was better to me than it has ever been. (Until the deluge hit Sunday and we discovered that the EZ-Up leaks. But we survived that with minimal damage.)
Remarkably, I sold my Heloise and Abelard there,
to a terrific couple. Funny, smart, kind people who love her.
I am so grateful that someone loved her enough to want to own her. I am also grateful for the sorely needed money. But, weirdly, I will miss having her around. Never felt quite so attached to a painting. Hm. Onward and upward. Hopefully I will eventually make a painting that will make me forget all about that one. Or maybe not forget but just move on. You know.
I’m not only pining and crying and navel gazing these days (though I do all of that so well). I do have stuff going on. I’m working on a mask for the Denver Hospice’s Mask Project that is almost done. I’ll be delivering it next week. Almost done shot below:
I’ve been invited by the fantastically gifted ceramicist Pat Cronin to show in the “Creatures” exhibit at Zip 37 Gallery. I have been thinking hard about Rat Kings but have not yet started one. I think/hope/believe I will have new work to show.
And I am thinking about my fall show at Core New Art Space. Some canvases are stretched and prepped, and ideas are fermenting. I believe it will be called “The House that Jack Built.” I have been thinking lately about the concept of home and the structures that can serve as the places we dwell.
Wishing a very lucky Friday the 13th to you all.
Paint Fumes 