Finally got myself settled in and painted a bit last night. It has been months. I am in transition...living full time in two different places, left my job, traveling for a few months and feeling like a spinning top.
I felt really grounded just putting gesso down on paper.
I wasn't going to do anything more, but the lure of paint and color called and I started pushing paint around. I'm glad I did.
My temporary work space at mom's house.
I love the huge clouds in the skies over the farm land where I live.
It has been a long long time since I put words on paper for my poor nearly forgotten blog.
I am living with my mother who needs some assistance. I will go with her to Louisiana in November and I will stay for a few months while I try to help her organize her home there, and maybe get some reliable assistance, do a little house cleaning, etc.
Though I am worried about Mom, my stress levels are way down and my activity levels have gone way up.
I am discovering who I am when I am not living for someone else's goals and schedule and not in charge of the happiness of hundreds of residents, or patients, or clients.
I am glad my activity levels have gone up, I am surprised to find I am running around doing more almost everyday than when I was working behind a desk.
Princess Zsa Zsa
This is good because I want to improve my health, energy and stamina as well as reduce my general circumference.
Because my Mom is needing some assistance, I have left my job and with the help of my dear husband, I have been spending most of my time with Mom at the lake house.
This has been a blessing. I have not been able to spend more than a week at the camp in years and I have wanted to be with my mother to give her the assistance she needs. Living here has given me lots of time outside and the ability to watch the Summer glow and the Autumn move in. With the leaves coming down off the trees, we have more sunshine just when we need it most. These cool nights and not too warm days are some of the best weather of year.
Dear Husband has gotten a new Kitten....after a few false starts, she is now known as Cleo, for Cleopatra the regal queen.
(My dear sister had a cat named Cleo for many many years and Mom brought Cleo into her home till the end of her life. Cleo was also an all black, slinky cat and a mighty huntress.
Now we have Cleo 2.0)
She has had a rough beginning in life - she was dropped off at a Vet's office with a note that said she lived under a shed until someone was able to get her inside, then a dog came over with a family member and scared her outside where she got pregnant and had kittens. When we got her from the ASPCA her tummy was still shaved from being spayed and her breasts were still enlarged from feeding kittens. She was scared and seemed kind of stunned by all the change that had occurred in her life over the month. The kittens were separated from her, and she was sooooooooo skinny. She is still skinny, she is still scared, but she has totally bonded with Dear Husband. If I look at her she freezes and considers running. If he gets her in his arms, she snuggles down into the crook of his arm.
We have been watching the show My Cat from Hell and I am in love with Jackson Galaxy. I bought DH a T-shirt from his store, he does not know about it yet.
Jackson Galaxy - The Cat Daddy
We have been catifying the house so both girls have comfortable places to feel safe and I am beginning Play Therapy with them so that they know being with people and each other is fun and a good thing.
We have only had Cleo for three weeks and she is making great strides.
I am also being careful to give Zsa Zsa her love and make sure my Number One Son - Murphy does not feel abandoned.
Zsa Zsa and Murphy are both sleeping in my mother's room while we help Cleo adjust.
Tonight all three of them were in the living room and I played with the feather on a string (also known as Da-Bird) and both kitties were civil...most of the time. Murphy just stays out of their way.
It is an elusive thing where I live. I am sitting on the screened in porch and my toes are cold but it is so beautiful and sunny, I do't want to be anywhere else...except maybe out there...where the gnats are. It is also gnat season...clouds of them - in your face, in your nose, going splat on your windshield. Their life span is short but plentiful.
I think I live in the most beautiful place on earth.
Even in winter.
I like Friday nights. They are so full of possibility. I hate to go to bed, even though I am tired, I hate to waste a moment of my precious free time away from my day job.
I can stay up writing, surfing, texting, watching TV, but I just don't want to go to bed.
I am just taking a few minutes to report on the weather.
We are kind of obsessed by the weather up here...I fit right in.
I moved here full time from NYC. I have lived alot of placed but I have never really loved them (well Philadelphia - suburbs - I was in my 20s and I loved it)
I love it here. Even with the cold weather.
at least this is not Ashland, Wisconsin.
They had 9-15" of snow yesterday. MAY 2nd!!!!!!!
So....they win the "latest snow fall I have ever heard of" contest.
Day 2 above 70 degrees.
Since I moved north, I have had to work on my preconceived notion that Spring should mean the world gets warm. In the northern parts of the US along the Canadian border, it does get warmer but it does not get warm in Spring.
Warmer - for me is 55-75. We have been lingering in the 35-45 range with brief interruptions of 70degrees which sent us all over the edge and made March a very cranky month.
When we get that hint of warm...everyone gives up their hard core Northern NY facade and is suddenly done with winter....officially!
This morning it is very sunny and warm enough for me to sit on the screened in porch with a jacket on.
Murphy is sitting in a sunbeam...glowing serenely and beautifully.
My nephew is training in the Navy. I wake up in the morning and wonder if he is already up and running or swimming or jumping through obstacles....He is west coast and I am east coast. So it is about 4am where he is as I am running around getting dressed. It makes me take my "poor pitiful me" thoughts and put them in a closet, because he is working 50 times harder than I ever have. It is his dream and I support him with my whole heart. I also fear that the military will stomp out his bright, loving light - His sister won't let that happen; they are two peas in a pod. Plus... the Navy does NOT want to tangle with his mother. She has been managing retail for several decades and knows a thing or two about hand to hand combat.
May 2, 2013 - Later that week.
We are hitting 70 for four days in a row now. Walked my furry baby without a coat on last night. I am looking forward to the fireflies coming out again. Saw one in a spider web the other day and tried to save it. I learned that there are daytime fireflies that do not light up...did you flireflies are not flies? they are beetles.
11/4/2012 I was making these only glazed paintings with bits of old book pages, tissue, and other odds and ends. I liked them a lot and even showed two in an art show this summer. It was a learning experience - isn't that what we say when we are unhappy with what we went through, but learned how to do it differently next time? (or not to do it at all)
I have had my studio now for six months and I have had many adventures and experiments. Ideally, I would like to have it attached to my home so that I could pad out there any time of day or night in my pajamas and get my hands in the paint...but believe you me...I am happy to have a wide open place to work on a number of things at once and to be able to leave my stuff out when I am done, and a place to store my stuff when I do need to put it away...
The piece at the top of the page - I know it does not look like much - is actually getting used now. I am creating a collaged, crazy quilt type piece (I think) out of spirit card papers. I finally got my 110lb index paper (and when you buy it by the case it does in fact weight 110lbs - another learning experience).
I have rarely had two days in a row at the studio. When I have, I have felt very productive...
Getting there is tough. Staying there is not. Three and four hours will fly by and I will find myself leaving because the rest of my life requires attention, not because I want to leave.
All this talk makes me want to get dressed and go. I also have 400 pounds of laundry to do. OK, the first thing is to close the lap top and do SOMETHING.
I am playing with two drawing/painting programs on my iPad. I really love it. I was afraid the programs were just gimmicks and what I drew would look like what other people drew, but that is not the case. The results are all me.
I was playing around and thought that one program - Paper by 53 would really lend itself to Matisse's works, so I played around with copying a couple of his pieces and then doing one of my own in his style.
The reclining woman is my own, done in his style.
The Red Room, I did twice. Once I uses the original as an under layer in the program Procreate, and the other I did free hand on Paper. The Procreate is more exact, but the Freehand one on Paper is the one I like more.