Okay that's all the whining you're gonna get for today.
So Fragile A Fire, 30 x 20 x 3, mixed media, $365Not much time for making art the past several weeks. I had to count all those peeps... but now the Census is finished and it's back to seeking commissions and work, work, work of any kind... and ... getting the work out there.
A Singular Path sold at the "Appalachian Life" show at Sautee and went off to Virginia to its forever home. Coincidentally, the photograph that inspired the painting of the meandering pathway through the woods was of the Appalachian Trail. I was struck by the twists and turns of the path which seemed to be arbitrary and very indirect. I thought: why doesn't that path take a more direct route? But then - who wouldn't want to spend as much time as possible in the Appalachian Mountains?
And here is one of my studio assistants: the fabulous Molly Flopover. Molly came to me many years ago via the local farm feed store. The last of a "wild" litter, Molly walked over to me one day as I was loading horse feed and made it clear she was ready for a change. Her name comes from her habit of walking just ahead of me and then kerrrrr - flop! Right down she goes, seeking attention, praise and a tummy scratch (for which she bites). Her record is seven flopovers between the grain shed and the house. And when she goes for it, there's no hesitation. You can hear a thump and oomph as the air is expelled!
A Singular Path sold at the "Appalachian Life" show at Sautee and went off to Virginia to its forever home. Coincidentally, the photograph that inspired the painting of the meandering pathway through the woods was of the Appalachian Trail. I was struck by the twists and turns of the path which seemed to be arbitrary and very indirect. I thought: why doesn't that path take a more direct route? But then - who wouldn't want to spend as much time as possible in the Appalachian Mountains?
And here is one of my studio assistants: the fabulous Molly Flopover. Molly came to me many years ago via the local farm feed store. The last of a "wild" litter, Molly walked over to me one day as I was loading horse feed and made it clear she was ready for a change. Her name comes from her habit of walking just ahead of me and then kerrrrr - flop! Right down she goes, seeking attention, praise and a tummy scratch (for which she bites). Her record is seven flopovers between the grain shed and the house. And when she goes for it, there's no hesitation. You can hear a thump and oomph as the air is expelled! 
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That's a nice piece up there at the top. Good work!
I wondered where you'd gotten to!
And just where have you been, young lady!?!
Yougo offgalivantingaroundwithwho-knows-who allhoursandleavemehereworriedsickaboutyou totheweehoursofthemorning-HowamIsupposedtogetanysleep?
:-)
So glad you're back...{{hugs}}
Love the mixed media piece. I would have found it difficult to part with.
I had a flop over kitty once, and I am laughing at your description of hearing the air being expelled.
...and that is quite the record of pflumps.
Hello Roy and DJ. Thanks for not forgetting me...
I'm trying to ration my time so that I can keep up with y'all.
Hi Leslie. Love your word "pflump" - that is indeed the most descriptive sound for Molly's acrobatics. Right now she is lying "flopped over" under my computer desk just waiting to grab my toes.
I love the new piece. Very cool or should I say hot?
so glad to see you back in the blogasphere :)
Fun and beautiful!
I used to have a cat that helped me with French homework rather like your cat helps around the studio. Mine used to park himself on top of my open book -- kind of his way of saying, "Pay more attention to the cat."
I am just catching up with visits. love the (can't remember what you call them--not altars, but ?) of the 'Fire'. Two of my brothers are forest service fire fighters and this would be something they would covet, I am sure
So that's where you were..taking census. The fire altar is wonderful and dramatic. I must try something similar soon. Jinx is a flopover kitty too. Unfortunately, he sometimes flops over on the stair step as I am moving down to feed him. He may kill us both someday!
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