We are coming up on the second of two blue moons that we’ll have this year.
I don’t know what the odds are of having two blue moons in a year, and my geekery level isn’t high enough this evening to find out.
I’m too busy trying to paint a Mexican wrestler.
Good news- a trio of great shows at CORE New Art Space. Opening tomorrow with an artists’ reception on Friday evening, this show features three artists at different points in their careers, working in different genres.
All three are gifted and dedicated artists, and I recommend you come to see this show if you can.
My friend Claudia Roulier, is one of the three artists in this show. Claudia makes me feel like an underachiever; she is so prolific and talented, and her (often delightfully creepy) work is a must-see!
May those who love us love us.
And those that don’t love us,
May God turn their hearts,
And if He doesn’t turn their hearts,
May he turn their ankles,
So we’ll know them by their limping.
I mistrust my own feelings of delight and have for several years, knowing that what goes up must come down.
But- I feel delighted nonetheless and the light is certainly changing in Denver. All at once, things are warmer and brighter and the arrival of spring seems certain. This has lifted my spirits considerably… I have cut forsythia branches and taken them inside to brighten the house within the next week or two. They are johnny-on-the-spot reliable when taken inside at this time of year; outside, it’s much iffier. Late freezes can kill all those hopeful buds.
I have a largish painting, a Cabatisto, on the easel and in the works this evening.
I have a smallish painting about earworms in the works as well.
It is Lent and that means something to me, though I’m not sure why.
I think of Lent, I guess, as the darkness before the dawn and a good time to exercise self-sacrifice- knowing that this must have as many meanings as there are souls out there.
(I haven’t smoked in two months. I think I smell fabulous, but that’s entirely subjective.)
This is something else that delights me as I paint tonight- a pianist named Geno Pallila. A lovely Chopin improvisation. I thank the gods for technology, which makes this huge world smaller in so many inexpressible ways.
Paint Fumes 