This was a big week for art show notifications; I received two acceptances, both of which pleased me to no end. The first was for the Watercolor Society of Oregon fall show. Even though the in-person convention has been cancelled (some digital classes will be available, but it’s not the same), the show will still hang in the Elsinore Gallery…
This week I was talking to a friend about COVID-19. And I admitted to her that I am finding this “stage” of this–group project?– to be the hardest yet. She agreed and admitted she was struggling, too. As if the gods were listening, the next day the WSO convention–the first in-person convention in two years–was changed to virtual. I’m going…
captive ball A pinball trapped within a small area of the playfield. The captive ball never leaves this area, and the free ball can never enter it. However, the free ball can knock into the captive ball, which in turn can knock into targets in its area. I was searching for a term to describe the last week, and nothing…
Desideratum: noun – something wanted or needed I am still working toward being (consistently) on the mend, but it is a goal that I have found elusive. One day I feel pretty good. I eat well, get in my steps, and feel pretty perky. The next, for no apparent reason, I’m tired and wheezy. Everything is a struggle. I’m not noticing…
This weekend I drove down to the Lincoln City Cultural Center to see the Seventh Generation panomural as presented by the Elizabeth Jones Gallery. Hundreds of artists are joining to create For the Seventh Generation: a free-standing, two-foot by mile-long painting dedicated to ocean protection. When the mural is complete, every mile of the California, Oregon, and Washington coastline will…
When I was about 8, we had a little “puddle jumper” truck (Mazda.) Dad would drive, I’d sit in the center, and Mom would take the passenger side. Dad took the opportunity to start teaching me how to drive. We’d be coming to an intersection, and he’d have me listen for the changes in the engine and shift gears when…
I arrived home ahead of schedule on Wednesday and just sort of collapsed. I took the dog and about three absolute necessities into the house, got into the shower, and then into bed. Thursday I unloaded the car, hauled things into the house, and dealt with the tire situation. I sorted through some laundry and reassembled the toiletry/medication storage in…
Again, the focus of the day was the painting workshop. More about that in a minute. But Key and I did take a little birding expedition after the workshop and before dinner, so I have a few photos to show. There was also a reservoir with an abundance of waterfowl, but there was no way to get close enough (at…
It’s a pretty, boring post today. It was the first day of the Peggy Judy workshop and I forgot to take pictures of the paintings I worked on. You’ll have to settle for a few photos of the scenery nearby. I’ve all but decided to skip the Moab/Arches/Canyonland leg of the journey. Word is that there isn’t a lot of…
I’m on the verge (four sleeps, but who’s counting) of leaving on vacation. I’ve spend the weekend cleaning the car out and re-setting for “trip mode.” I’ve made lists and begun to pack what I can. I’ve been browsing sites to see if something better could be along the route. And frankly, I’ve driven myself nuts. I’m thoroughly sick of…