A gift from the cosmic forces... even though I was already up and out of the shower by the time the call came. What a pleasure to read, do the puzzle ("tilt at?"--what kind of answer is that???) and work.
The larder is somewhat bare, but I have coffee, cream and bread. I'll survive. Did some painting (of woodwork) and some drawing (of art) I'm making tiny lines to represent bark and shadows on my cut-down trees. I'm thinking about what bigger pieces I want to make, now that I almost can. Fire/Lava/Elemental Forces/Remainders of things once alive (Reminders of things once alive) are on my mind. It's hard to think about trees that exist for hundreds of years, while we humans come and go.
The city is slowing melting right now and I'm gearing up to go out to Long Island for my evening class. Tonight we introduce ourselves, learn the nuts and bolts of the class and make an exquisite corpse.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Monday, September 27, 2010
I love Port Jervis!
I am having a love affair with the small town (city?) where I bought a house/studio last year. It's not fancy and hasn't "happened" yet like nearby Milford, Pa, but it has a gritty edge that I love. The town does festivals and parades and has a bunch of antique shops where many Manhattan dealers get some of their stock.
Yesterday we had something called a Fall Foliage Festival with food and music and people selling all varieties of objects. There was a display of vintage cars and a wonderful, vibrant crowd of people enjoying the day.
The town is very friendly and there is an emerging art scene growing, I think. My heart is sad every time I have to drive away from the place and it quickens when I see it from Route 84, nestled by the Delaware River in a valley. And did I mention there is a NJ Transit/Metronorth train from Penn Station?
Yesterday we had something called a Fall Foliage Festival with food and music and people selling all varieties of objects. There was a display of vintage cars and a wonderful, vibrant crowd of people enjoying the day.
The town is very friendly and there is an emerging art scene growing, I think. My heart is sad every time I have to drive away from the place and it quickens when I see it from Route 84, nestled by the Delaware River in a valley. And did I mention there is a NJ Transit/Metronorth train from Penn Station?
Monday, September 20, 2010
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Lists
My life consists of making lists. And making lists of lists. I have tried to perfect a way of making lists that are all-inclusive, yet don't have to be rewritten on a daily basis and I have concluded it is impossible.
I have scraps of paper and post its and things stapled to my planner and lists tucked inside my planner...I wonder how much time I waste even making my lists? Could I ever go cold turkey? I don't think so.
An effective way to make decisions is by making lists. You put down the pros and the cons and weigh and see how they add up. Something super-important gets counted more than once.
I wonder whether people I admire made lists. Lists by Gandhi, Jesus, Giotto and Socrates might be interesting to have a look at. Are there any lists on Egyptian walls, I wonder?
How un-monumental my lists are. "Buy screw anchors," indeed.
I have scraps of paper and post its and things stapled to my planner and lists tucked inside my planner...I wonder how much time I waste even making my lists? Could I ever go cold turkey? I don't think so.
An effective way to make decisions is by making lists. You put down the pros and the cons and weigh and see how they add up. Something super-important gets counted more than once.
I wonder whether people I admire made lists. Lists by Gandhi, Jesus, Giotto and Socrates might be interesting to have a look at. Are there any lists on Egyptian walls, I wonder?
How un-monumental my lists are. "Buy screw anchors," indeed.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Long Time, No Blog
So it's been awhile. I've been super-busy with moments of paralysis inbetween. When I would have a thought or image to post, time went somewhere else, priorities went there, too and somehow, neglect has set in. I will try to do better.
The divorce from PT has been hard for me to understand and I guess I could use the fact that I've been trying to self-reflect and learn from it as an excuse for not attending to things like my blogs.
I'm rising from the ashes. I had a brief, enjoyable fling with a crazy man that had to end for my own sanity, school has started and the major dirty work on the country house is almost over.
On October 16 and 17 Orange County's Art Council is having an Open Artists' Studio Tour. My new studio will be on it (21 East Main Street, Port Jervis, NY), as well as a couple of local friends whose work I admire. Save the date. On the evening of the 16th, the local art gallery (UpFront Gallery) will be having a reception, so you'd get a huge dose of art from this area that day.
I will try to post daily. In the meantime, I'm going to add a few pictures...
The divorce from PT has been hard for me to understand and I guess I could use the fact that I've been trying to self-reflect and learn from it as an excuse for not attending to things like my blogs.
I'm rising from the ashes. I had a brief, enjoyable fling with a crazy man that had to end for my own sanity, school has started and the major dirty work on the country house is almost over.
On October 16 and 17 Orange County's Art Council is having an Open Artists' Studio Tour. My new studio will be on it (21 East Main Street, Port Jervis, NY), as well as a couple of local friends whose work I admire. Save the date. On the evening of the 16th, the local art gallery (UpFront Gallery) will be having a reception, so you'd get a huge dose of art from this area that day.
I will try to post daily. In the meantime, I'm going to add a few pictures...
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