Another Altar and small works

Here's the next in my series of Altars: Raven Temple, 30 x 18, $265

Tomorrow I am demonstrating acrylic landscape at the Sautee Community Center Gallery from 10 am to 1:30 Raven Temple is in the current show along with a few other paintings and mixed media pieces including my last post: A Singular Path. I look forward to painting all day - but the forecast is for thunderstorms, so I'm not expecting many folks. The good news is that I'll be painting indoors!

As part of my small series (5 x 7) and the Art for Shelters Project - here is Jojo, a resident of the Habersham Animal Shelter. He's a beautiful tabby who has spent four months waiting for adoption. Heartbreaker...

And What Cat's Think... also 5 x 7 $18.00 (Sold)

Aunt Edna, 5 x 7 $18.00

And a tiny portrait of a friend: Max, 5 x 7 $18.00

And here are the two altar pieces on display at the Sautee Center Gallery's latest show.

I found out I've been called back for the Census!! Yay!! Paid work!! Income!! Mileage too - and I hope to once again post a series based upon my travels...

Funky Leghorn Strut...

Funky Leghorn Strut, 11-1/2 x 13, acrylic on panel

This matronly hen will go on sale at the Heritage Center this week unless she struts right out of the picture.
It's been a pretty good week. I sold When Trees Bleed, and Poised, and the two little Tuxedo Cats painted on tin - and - A Bear Board; literally two bear cubs painted onto a wonderful old weathered board that was 12" wide.

It was fun painting this. My goal was to keep as much of the natural texture and color of the board itself. I painted only the parts that weren't part of the "tree" or bears. I love the fractured ends and the actual holes left were knots fell out. I don't know how old the board actually was, but it will endure yet as another form of "tree." Size is approximately 42 x 12. Tres rustic...

Keepin' on... and a squirrel tale...

What's this? My latest painting? My latest subject? No to all three questions. This little dear is my most recent rescue. Driving back from the plant wholesaler, I spotted the squirrel hunched up on the double yellow lines of the two-lane highway. From her (?) posture, she might've already been dead - they usually are if hit by speeding motorists. But she might possibly be just stunned and about to be finished off by the next busy cell phoning driver swerving over the no-passing lines. Traffic was doing 60-ish so I slowed to look closer, passed and turned around. I parked in an adjacent driveway, grabbed a thick towel and waited an eternity for passing traffic to thin. I ran out and as I scooped her up, saw she was breathing - and that there was blood on the road under her bowed little head. (You can see the affected area on the side of her face in this photo.)

She spent the next few hours wrapped in the towel, shocky and barely moving. The best thing for an animal in shock is dark and quiet - especially when there is no veterinarian available. Later, at home I put her in my still empty collage studio room with bedding and water - and I attempted to give her a tiny bit of Pedialyte to combat dehydration. I still thought she would die at that point.

Two days later, she was scuttling about the small room and eating shelled nuts and apple bits. Her face was terribly swollen on the impact side and I feared she would lose the eye.

By the fifth day she was able to climb into the windowsill. You can see the injured side here, and while the swelling was way down, and the eye improved, she began intermittent circling, and was knuckling on her front paws - clear signs of neurological damage. I feared she'd never be able to be released.

But amazingly, she continued to improve, eating and moving better and better, and by the end of a week I no longer saw her circle or move in an abnormal way. I began to think about releasing her way up on the back of my property, well away from my cats and dogs - and the established squirrel population in my yard. (Squirrels are quite territorial and will fight an interloper.) Problem was, I needed to put her where there were good sources of food or where I could continue feeding her, as she'd have no food buried from the year before nor would she know where to find new sources until she acclimated.

I made two mistakes. One was opening the window, the second was underestimating her desire for freedom!

Glancing out my front door two days ago, I saw a squirrel in the pear tree just outside. That's not unusual in the early morning, as they come to grab a few bits from the bird feeders. But it wasn't early morning - and something about this squirrel was "off" a bit. I thought it must be checking out "my" squirrel lady who likes to sit in the windowsill not eight feet from the tree. I went outside and looked over at the window - and there was the freshly chewed hole of escape. The squirrel in the tree was my little rescuee.

I rounded up all the cats and Freda (a notorious squirrel-chaser) and then watched as my former charge explored the pear tree, then ran to the very large oak across the driveway. Keep in mind, I had never tried to tame or handle her (more than necessary for Rx) so I was happy to see she was moving away from me and the house.
She stayed in the oak for some time, and I made sure she watched me place food (nuts and slices of apple) for her to eat or store away. Each morning I replenish the supply - and though I've not actually recognized her(she has some fur missing from part of her tail), someone is gnawing open the nuts and taking the apples. I've not heard any squirrels quarreling, either, so for now I'm assuming she's doing fine out in the big world. At least she'll not run the risk of highways and speeding autos here.


And some great news!!!

I sold one of my large paintings at the Sautee-Nacoochee Gallery yesterday!!

Selling paintings is a mixed blessing. I'm so fond of this painting I wish I could keep it - but dang, I sure need the money. I hope the buyer will like it as much as do I.

Blue Yonder, 35 x 36, acrylic on deep cradle panel

And February made me shiver...

It's been a long week here at home. Now that's something of a rarity. Mostly the time rushes by and away like wind slipping through your hair. Weird metaphor, but as I am still somewhat delirious with the mother, father and grandparents of a headcold, I can't

be held to accurate - or familiar - homilies.

So here's what I've been up to during the brief hours of consciousness, and between boxes (yes, literally) of tissues: Painting. Wow. Big surprise. Another in the Black Bird series, but this time the fellow is resting. Perhaps like me, he had a headache and just needed a break. I put this little painting together from various references - and the slightly surreal quality makes that apparent. He's not quite sitting down as my old art teacher would have said, meaning that either the shadowing was wrong or non-existent. But I liked the shape of the bird so much - so aerodynamic, even just sitting there - that I like it as is.

And someone else likes him too, as he was sold just minutes after being posted on another site! That's a first! Gave me a nice warm feeling - which I badly needed in my chillblained state. I think I may actually go out in public today; lifting my self-imposed quarantine to post her painting off to her. No wonder he wasn't really sitting there; he knew he'd be bound for the western skies.