These are on loan from my godmother - I am going to have them copied. The hunt for the right fabrics will fill a chilly Saturday afternoon. . .
Today, we inherit my mom's sofa (she is still alive and well in Old Louisville; she wants to clear out space for a studio so that she can begin to paint again. Or to read while thinking of painting. A journalist once asked Picasso if he could observe him at work in his studio. Picasso granted permission. On the appointed day, the journalist arrived and settled into a corner of the studio to observe the master at work. For most of the morning Picasso just read, shuffled items on his table, or stared into space. After several hours, the journalist wondered aloud if perhaps he should return when Picasso would be actually working to which Picasso replied, "I've been working all morning!" Process, process, process.)
beside Hound Dog Press: http://hounddogpress.com/ - I have a HUGE crush on Hound Dog Press. Their papers and prints are old timey, distinct, beautiful. I am going to commission them to print my signage for future markets.
A selection of Weather Up Here bowls will now be in the 21c Museum Hotel lobby shop as well as online: http://shopat21c.com/
They say it is a machine. An Ultimate Knitting Machine. I say it is a quirky clunky hand loom for fast generic knitting. I kinda-sorta love it. It's ugly. It's plastic. And it requires a steady hand and continual attention. I kinda-sorta love it because it possesses some potential for me and my practice that I cannot yet see.
During this morning's studio visit, a cement truck pulled up outside. Our neighbors, Jason and Julie are building a retaining wall, and the truck was here to pour the wall. Finn, Simone and I headed out for a close inspection:
This morning John and Amanda will be over for a studio visit with Neil (thus the clean studio) - I am off to buy croissants and brew more coffee. I am using their visit as an excuse to buy some lovely jams. Next summer, I would like to can from our garden and serve homemade jams during studio visits. So happy John and Amanda will be over! A morning of art - and play. Simone and Finn will tear the house down, I hope. Here are a few of the paintings Neil has brought out for our friends (please forgive my camera's distortion at the edges):
The swelling on Han's snout is gone; Ruby remains unrepentant.
Lady found her forever home out on the farm in Henry Co. Her name is now Annie Hall.
Gabriel killed a feline friend; he is headed to this weekend's adoption fair with a big "no cats" sign on him and then back to the shelter. He is now adoptable as his coat is growing in nicely and he is certifiably housebroken and knows his "sit" command. I am just so sorry about his unacceptable response to cats. I will keep an eye on him at the shelter until he is adopted. These animals all have their own stories, temperaments, needs and offerings. Gabriel sleeps this moment at my feet and follows me from room to room, attentive, hoping to please. Unless you are a cat.
Given our current and eternal political climate of cultural warfare, it seems apropos (what a word!) to consider these dead and deadly words:
Hitler argued for an art of "the people," begging the question, "which people?" 42 years later, the Neo-Classical pediment of Philip Johnson's AT&T building in New York crowned the argument that art belongs to all people at any given time, from any given time, to be rejected or lauded but categorically accepted as a universal form of free speech.
This weekend went to the dogs! First, there was Gabriel - you remember him?
I picked him up at Lynne's in Henry Co. and brought him to PetSmart on Friday to see if we could find him a permanent home. Alas, he had worms, so back to the shelter for treatment and an over night stay. While I was at the shelter, a woman brought in this girl:
She did not have the $25 fee for the Humane Society and so had brought her to Metro. I thought, gallantly, I can pay the fee, I will take her to the Humane Society, she will live!
Once there, though, I was given scant assurance that she had much of a chance as she shook and drooled, terrified.
Before we left, I asked the people behind me in line what I should call her and they said, "Lady" as they were just then bringing in their 17 year old chocolate lab to be put to sleep. So, meet Lady. She is now at Lynne's in Henry Co. and I am off to fetch Gabriel post-worm treatment.
Before I leave you, a Han update: Swollen Schnozz.
Perhaps acquired while playing yesterday with the less-than-gentle Ruby: