Friday, September 30, 2011
Thursday, September 29, 2011
This is an older painting. In this area, nearly every garage, toolshed and barn has a set of antlers hung on them. I like to stand on the back deck or by the fire in our firepit and listen for the elk making their lovecalls to their ladies.
Here is a short video of an elk bugling:
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
I met artist Darcy Wanuk yesterday. Her energy has me all fired up to work on my business plan and exploring new marketing ventures. But right now I have to walk the dogs and make some antipasto!
Sunday, September 25, 2011
There will be time for painting when it is cold outside. It was hot and sunny yesterday, a perfect time for cleaning and painting a couple of dump projects. I like the bones of this old chair. I had to tear off the original green upholstry (packed with straw, a hornet's nest[defunct] and a thousand carpet tacks!). I had Bruce screw the split leg back together (not a classy job but hopefully functional).
This ugly old brown table is actually a rather clever drop down. It may become an art table. I am priming it then painting it a lighter color.
Saturday, September 24, 2011
I think I may have just discovered that I am a frustrated bohemian!
Friday, September 23, 2011
Thursday, September 22, 2011
My grandma Laurie had some colorful nobby goblets that she would let us grandchildren use because even water tastes better from a "purty" glass.
What is your favorite thing from your grandmother's house?
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
We had a cracking frost this morning. Fall is here!
I have been dutifully covering my tomatoe plants, trimming them, slaughtering slugs, fertilizing them, coaxing a handful of mouthwatering homegrown tomatoes....and discovered my stupid, treacherous hound has been treating my plants like a smorgasbord. Drat!! Somebody could literally wind up in a doghouse this winter!!
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Fifteen year old Elizabeth Eckford (pictured) should have been part of a group of nine students, but at the last minute the NAACP delayed the integration because they believed the governor was going to bring in the Arkansas National Guard to prevent their enrollment. Elizabeth was the only one would didn’t get the message and showed up for school that day.
Elizabeth arrived to find an angry mob and no organized protection. Grace Lorch (pictured), a 50 something white member of the NAACP, dropped her daughter off at junior high that morning and stopped by the high school to see what was going on. Grace found Elizabeth on her own and escorted her to her mother’s workplace via a city bus.
Think for a second about what it must have been like to have been either of those women. Elizabeth was only 15 years old and a historic event rested on her bravery. One of six children, her mother taught in a segregated school for blind and deaf children while her father worked nights for the railroad. Either of them could have lost their jobs over her enrollment at Central High. Their house could have been firebombed, they could have been killed. All for going to school.
Grace was a serious social justice advocate, both she and her husband had lost jobs over their activism. That day she told the crowd they would be ashamed of themselves in six months and if anyone touched her she would punch them in the nose. Grace wasn’t an armed National Guard, but she was one tough lady.
Saturday, September 17, 2011
I spent nearly a week in beautiful Victoria, BC. Always loved the legislative buildings lit up at night.
I was able to spend lots of time with my daughters. Here they are at the sundial by the breakwater.
Close call: I was walking the dogs last night and heard a strange popping sound, rather like a drunk whacking a tree with a hatchet. I am suspecting it may have been a bear popping it's jaws to warn off Fiona (who returned to me with an apple in her mouth). We are darned lucky the beast didn't follow her. You can believe that I will be making a racket when I am out walking (and packing bear spray).
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
I just go back from a terrific visit with the daughters in beautiful Victoria. It was hot and sunny every day, unheard of for there. It clouded over and became cool the morning I flew out, much more the Victoria I lived in!
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
I like her self portraits better than the portraits painted of her!