A one night stand

The Hirsute drawing completed at Ragdale were up for one night at the Northrup King Building, in our new cooperative gallery space, Gallery 406. We received the keys to the space on February 29 and taped up the work March 1, after spending the day with Karen Hanmer et al at the Susan Hensel Gallery. ( go to susanhenselgallery.blogspot.com). Participators in the space are ME, Gwen Schagrin, Dale Kennedy, Pauline Mitchell and Mike Elko. Pictured with the wine is our dear friend Mark Edwin Carlson, a wonderful artist, who we all hope will join us in our venture. He is also, my own particular mentor as I am for him. The space will be emptied and painted white next week as we begin planning how we actually will use it.

Home again

I am home again, fully immersed in gallery life again. I made it home thoroughly exhausted, with moderately clean hands, and with 2 less pounds despite hearty helpings of Linda's food. Watch this space. I will probably have a one night showing of the work...March 1 or 2.

Last day, work is done

An now I begin the clean-up, and then, read? I am grateful for my time here. Hopefully I will have a one night quickie showing of this body of work at the Northrup King Building, before we set up Gallery 406. And it is snowing again. When I return, after Susan Hensel Gallery work is caught up, after the opening of Reader's Art 8, I will need to do a fifth triptych to complete the transition of the flying suit.

Not finished yet

The one laying down is not yet finished, but I thought it would be fun to see them all together.

A portrait with Paint

I've never been comfortable in front of a camera, but here it is...in CLEAN CLOTHES last night. The shower was such a relief. I will work more today...reluctantly...I did sleep in and met Becky for coffee. Visited with Chad in the kitchen. Don't think I can delay much longer. I began filming the process yesterday, running the video camera from time to time. I will do more today as I do the set up of the papers. Then...editing someday.

the process

Here is what awaits me. I may not do any work until after lunch. I am so tired and unmotivated! Even treadmill time did not help much. Oh well, this, too will pass. The Sun is glorious and it is gloriously cold! The frost on my window in morning sun.My fingers stuck to the handle of the studio door..a snow sculpture I made when the snow was still fresh by chopping into the snow mohawk on several trees. A bit remains. Ragdale house in the frigid sun. I hear their rooms are also frigid. We are toasty in the Barnhouse. Well, now that I have played around all morning, I think I can start.