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Joyful Circumstance

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I’m excited to be opening this ekphrastic show – painters responding to poets and poets responding to painters – at Zip 37 Gallery in six short days. The entire project had its origin in this blog, sort of, about a year ago. I was participating in Leslie Saeta’s 30 in 30 challenge after losing my studio made me wonder if I would ever want to paint again. Ken Smith was at that time writing a poem a day and posting those poems on Facebook. Ken wrote a piercing short poem titled Clown College Failure in response to one of my little 30 in 30s and I started a large canvas in response to his poem, “An Old Man’s Story.”  Do you remember the old Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup Ads? Saying it was just like that is silly, but tonight I feel silly and I’m going to embrace that.

As the date for my show neared, I approached Ken to see if he would be interested in participating in a larger ekphrastic project, including works from some local painters I admire (Gina Smith Caswell, Rebecca Cuming, Joan Fullerton, Lance Green and Mark Penner Howell) as well as a few of my own. Not only was he up for it, he enlisted two Indianan poet friends, David Dodd Lee and Ross Taylor, to participate as well.

 

Each painting will hang along side its corresponding poem. I could not be more excited for this show. I haven’t seen most of the poetry yet, and one of the paintings will be a surprise to me as well. I love having something to look forward to in these dark times.

I look forward to seeing YOU if you can make it to Zip 37 between February 10 and February 26. The opening reception is Friday, February 10,   5 – 10 and there will be mini-receptions On the following 2 Fridays, Feb. 17 and Feb. 24. Zip is open Thursdays 5- 8, Fridays 5 – 10, Saturdays and Sundays noon – 6.

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Haven’t blogged in almost a year.

Honestly, I forgot I had a blog until I got the ICANN notice wanting me to renew the domain.

Been in the bottom of a well and then the election just kind of buried me.

Jesus. That parallel world of stupid and horrible people is larger than I ever imagined.

stagefright

 

 

But I am putting together a show with the help of some gifted painters and poets.

More news soon.

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Superb Owls

This city is taken over with Bronco fever.

I don’t know anything about football, but it’s nice to see my friends and family who follow the sport so excited and happy. Will it end in tears tomorrow? Who knows.

SuperbOwl

Oil on canvas board, 5″ x 7″

Available here

SuperbOwl2

Superb Owl #2, oil on canvas board, 5″ x 7″

Available here.

 

 

30 in 30 Day 30 – Windows

Do you get phone calls from people with Indian accents asking about your windows? I do, several times a week. I would love some help with my circa 1945 windows. They are crumbly and leaky and let so much cold into the house. The folks on the other end of the phone claim to be interested in my windows but always hang up when I start telling them about my windows.

Windows

 

Oil on canvas board, 5″ x 7″

Available here.

I’m ready for this to be over and happy to be posting #30, the last painting in the challenge

I did enjoy it and realized that even in stressful times, I can paint.

 

Keep passing those open windows.

 

 

30 in 30 Day 29 – Joyful Tortoise

Slow and steady wins the race.

JoyfulTortoise

Oil on canvas, 6″ x 6″ Available here.

One more and I am done, however behind I might be.

Emptied out my studio and said goodbye today.

 

30 in 30 Day 28 – Flight

Yes, it is actually January 29 which means I am a day late. As a friend recently confessed to me, time is not so much linear anymore. It’s more like a deep pool.

“Flight,” oil on canvas board, 5″ x 7″

Flight

Available here.

I may be misquoting him. Anyway, I am a day late with this painting, but a busy day it has been. Schlepping for hours and the studio is empty of art. A few bits of wrapping and hardware remain. I’ll fetch those things tomorrow.  It echoes, like the first day I popped my head in to that room to take a look. Onward.

30 in 30 Day 27 – Waiting for the Cows to Come Home

Oil on stretched canvas, 6″ x 6″

WaitingForTheCowsToComeHome

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Only 3 days left and I’m finally caught up. (For today.) I just might make it after all.

30 in 30 Day 25 – A Cat Named Solomon

Trying to catch up!

Oil on stretched canvas, 8″ 8

ACatNamedSolomon

Available here

I was thinking about custody battles. I was thinking about cats.

I wanted to find a great rendition of No, No, Non Si Speri but once I went down that rabbit hole I found this beautiful Dido’s Lament by Jeff Buckley and I couldn’t resist.

 

Tomorrow is my beautiful mother’s birthday and I will be sharing most of the day with her. I also am less than 10 percent moved out of my studio. Will I be able to catch up? I have no idea…

30 in 30 day 24 – Drowning

Super late. Still hoping to catch up. We’ll see.

Drowning

Oil on canvas board, 5″ x 7″

Available here.

30 in 30 Day 23 – Hallelujah

Hallelujah for the specter of a good night’s sleep.

Hallelujah

Oil on canvas board, 5″ x 7″

Available here

I wanted to name our first daughter Hallelujah, because I thought it would be wonderful to yell that name at dusk across the playground when it was time to go home. Frank objected.

 

I wanted to name our second daughter Impunity, so I could run with Impunity, sleep with Impunity, bake cookies with Impunity. Again Frank came at me with his rationality and his compassion for our children… oh well.

 

 

Tomorrow is my last public day at Fresh Art Studio F. I’ll be there from 1 to 4. I doubt anyone else will, as the Broncos will be playing. The week after, I’ll be moving out. I’m ready. We received the news just before Christmas that we were to vacate at the end of January. I’ve had a while for the sadness to settle in, and two of my Fresh Art studio colleagues – all are wonderful  and have come to feel like family to me – have already vacated.

I will probably come home and bawl my head off tomorrow evening.

But that’s ok, too. It’s time to schlep it all out and put it to rest.