I’m not doing anything differently; I’m painting something different. It would be a sign of failure if my Maine looked like my New York, wouldn’t it?
Between painting and the reception, artists mostly want to stay out of the way. Lucky for us, our hosts had some lovely artwork, so we pottered around peering at things.
Most women–including me–are too conventional to show up at a reception in their paint-stained work clothes. The big packing issue of a painting trip becomes what to wear to the reception.
Who needs sleep? I do, of course. But I feel the likelihood of a spectacular night-sky event in my bones.
We are so overstimulated by years of fielding emergencies that we don’t even recognize peace when it shows up at our door.
“Why would you want to be in the City when you can be here?” I asked my friends, with all the enthusiasm of the recent convert.
“The rain to the wind said, You push and I’ll pelt.’ They so smote the garden bed That the flowers actually knelt, And lay lodged—though not dead. I know how the flowers felt.” ― Robert Frost The weather was raw and the wind was fierce when Brad Marshall and I set out on Friday morning for […]
Just yesterday I wrote that I was looking forward to heading to NYC this weekend, where the breathing wouldn’t be as bad as it is here in the Genesee Valley. Hah! It turns out that New York is under a Tropical Storm Watch. Joaquin is approaching hurricane strength and may or may not aim for […]
In two weeks, I am meeting friends to paint together in Rye, NY at Painters on Location. This is the only time of the year when I get together with Brad Marshall and Bruce Bundock, and we’re all looking forward to having time to catch up as well as paint. Bruce has torn his kitchen […]