Tuesday, September 03, 2019

Guavas

(note: lots of weather happening, bad news coming in - I'm watching with concern, Atlantic folks)

Very helpful 

So the library art show is going well, getting lots of feedback. Someone said, of my lychee branch, "Wow, I thought it was from Ross." (Ross is a discount home furnishing store.) Another person said, "OH MY GOD - what a nice frame.” (The frame actually is from Ross. We really love Ross around here, it seems.) Someone else looked very hard at me and said, "You're wasting yourself." So that's nice. Art critiques are fun.


I don't think I'm wasting anything, though, because I'm producing stuff. I kind of like having a salary with pension benefits, and the freelance work with New Zealand pays for art travels. Which leads me to:

ART TRAVELS 

There will be no art travels this year. It had been narrowed down to Whidbey Island or McMinnville, but in the end I went out of my head and bought a pork chop, instead. I have been thinking about this pork chop painting all year. It had to come live here.

THE BEST PORK CHOP

This supports an artist I would have been studying with, and I don't have to drive a rental car into an icy ditch in January. Everyone wins. Except my mom, who laughed and said it was a stupid painting and I should put it in the fridge. She and I are both in favor of stupid art, though, because this is the latest thing in her house:



6 of 16

This week's painting: Strawberry Guavas and Jumping Spider.

panicked spider was relocated to a nice safe bush once she was done posing for the painting


(screaming in spider)

The goal is to paint 16 sort-of-cohesive paintings with a mind to sell them. Maybe I'll ask around the galleries, or maybe I'll figure out Etsy. Gotta make the things, first. 


Do not want

The neighbor's dog got loose while they were out and I babysat him in our yard for three hours so he wouldn't get flattened by a truck. He is a nice young dog, but he rubbed his doggy ding-dong on my bare arm, and that is entirely more attention than I am interested in from anyone, let alone from someone who smells like they've been eating dirty diapers.


In the end, the neighbors came home and he dashed through the gate behind them without their noticing, so they never even realized what a goddamn hero I had been. See you next time, little dog. I'll be wearing longer sleeves.

3 comments:

  1. I'm not going to say that you're wasting yourself but I am going to say that you absolutely have the ability to create a reality that cannot stay flat on the damn canvas. Or paper. Or whatever it is you're paining on.
    I'd have that pork chop painting hanging in my hallway. It's gorgeous.

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  2. It is the pork chop of the ages. That's the painting that inspired me to make the horrible spare-rib painting that looks like a skinned dick. (See my archives, folks)

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  3. I have been admiring that pork chop and I’m vegetarian! Art critique oh I know it well. If you came to Whidbey I could wave at you because I live on her sister island just across the Saratoga Passage. If you came to McMinville you could see Howard Hugh’s Spruce Goose which is in a museum there. Good choices both. Please reconsider.
    Rebecca

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