Wednesday, November 15, 2017

workshop pictures

My mother was waiting at home for me when I pulled up after midnight and started sobbing onto her shoulder. "I finally got sick while I was on the plane and I couldn't find where Mike parked the stupid car and I have blisters from dragging the suitcase all over the parking garage and I couldn't find the key because he stuffed it inside the goddamn wheel and then it was $90 to get out of the parking garage and why didn't he just get dropped off like a normal person and I had such a nice trip but now I'm crying!" She patted my back and said there was an entire lasagna in the fridge. This helped. I was maybe a bit exhausted. Embarrassing.

PICTURES. In chronological order


Seattle with sun beams. Show off.

The ferry ride over - very pleased after watching a seagull trip and fall

cold

Langley, the cutest damn town, with pumpkins just thrown all the hell over it

flippin brambles of berries all over the place, like a storybook

Monica, the Anthes Ferments restaurant hostess

Phenomenal Meal #1: crab and cheese Welsch rarebit

Elizabeth Zanzinger's morning demo


my easel on the first day
My first painting was... not so good. But I learned a lot.

flippin bunnies EVERYWHERE

 Elizabeth Zanzinger's wall of past demos


 Phenomenal Meal #2: clams at the Prima Bistro

My top bunk nest


FIRE

Holly! I think! 

Second morning of painting: my underdrawing

And then in the afternoon I ruined it a bit

Consolation

Further consolation
Me and Elizabeth Zanzinger


Phenomenal Meal #3: Eggs Benedict with curried oysters, wild mushrooms, and bacon at the Braeburn restaurant


The view as I walked my buns off every morning

Last day of painting: my underdrawing



The model liked it, so I count it as a win.

Elizabeth Zanzinger's painting of the same model

The painting I bought from Elizabeth. I love it so much.


Realizing I was experiencing maybe the happiest moment of my adult life, I snapped a picture of my walk back to the airbnb to catch the moment. It was a poorly lit moment, but there it is.

Ferry ride back to Seattle - SO WINDY

 Non-phenomenal Meal #4: Sea-Tac airport Wendy's chicken sandwich and sad coffee


 Airport terminal gouache bunny


More Langley bunnies, which I painted while crammed between two sleeping men on the absurdly tiny plane



And that was it. I sent my mother home with presents for keeping the kids alive, kissed my sleeping boys, collapsed into bed next to my little girl, and have been drinking Robitussin straight from the bottle ever since.

Elizabeth Zanzinger's painting is hanging in the living room where I can see it as I sit on the couch with my tea, and I'm going to stare at it until my brush strokes are as soft and decisive and full of color as hers.



(Oh, and I lost 4 lbs. Phenomenal meals ftw!)


2 comments:

  1. Your pictures are great. And it's so awfully hard to come home after the most precious times, isn't it? I sobbed after our trip to Alaska a few years ago. How could I give up all those days of beauty, and of feeling fully awake and alive? I'm glad you posted a pic of the painting you bought -- was dying to see it. Her broad strokes are so wonderfully expressive. (I don't get the blank spaces -- but I do know I know *nothing* about art.)

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  2. Oh, Alaska would be all these lovely things, magnified! The mountains and cold and animals and food. It's so sad to come home again, even when home is perfectly nice.

    The blank spaces are just because that's how far she got in an hour. When she ran out of time she stopped and left it alone, and I love it because it shows every step of a painting before they're all covered up - the line work, the drippy first wash of shadow, the strokes of main color, the expressive eye. She signed it for me and said goodbye to the picture, she was fond of it. Really wonderful person.


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