by Susan Lobb Porter | Art
Just a quickie. It was a looooong day and bed calls.
Opening reception this afternoon.
Sophie came. She was on a date with her first mom. It’s an open adoption. Visiting rights when the mood strikes, every six months or so.
Some people came. Even people I don’t know–but I didn’t take their pictures. And new friend Don from the on-line hot wax class showed up with a couple of beautiful handmade wax color blocks. They’re right in my pallet and will find themselves melted and painted on something soon enough.
After it was over we went home and had an early Thanksgiving dinner, turkey and all the trimmings. I ate too much and went up three sizes in half an hour.
I do not think I will ever eat mashed potatoes and gravy again. At least not before tomorrow night’s leftovers.
Speaking of tomorrow, that’s when sister Marjorie Ellen leaves. She’s hitching a ride to Berkeley with nephew James who drove up for the show. Or maybe he came for the pumpkin pie? She flies out of San Francisco Monday. Back to Norway she goes.
It’s been a good visit. Good talks. Fun doing art stuff together.
And now I’m heading off to bed. But first a reminder. The show hangs for another three weeks. If you’re in the area please stop by and check it out. Love to hear what you think!
by Susan Lobb Porter | Art
SOLD!
This puppy has a new home. Or will when the show comes down. YAY!
It will be oh so nice to start the opening reception with that red dot already in place. Indeed. Indeed….
by Susan Lobb Porter | Art, Life |
Saw a coyote outside the kitchen window this morning. No more than fifteen, twenty feet from the house. Beautiful fella. His dunn/gray coat blended in with the autumn dead grasses and bare trees of the forest where we live. I called my sister to come look. The window was closed but he heard me. He turned around and stared for a few seconds before running off.
They always stare face full on.
This time of year it’s not unusual to see them later in the morning, earlier in the evening. Outside of their normal hunting hours. Something to do with the longer periods of darkness.Today’s encounter at 10AM was a reminder to keep the Littles close at hand. I don’t want them to become anyone’s dinner.
Lot of action outside tonight. The hunt is on for someone. But I’m inside with the Littles. Bean is snuggled between my thigh and the arm of the comfy chair. The arm he chewed a hole in a few years back when he was a young Bean and didn’t know any better. Sophie is crashed up against Margie on the sofa. Margie is sitting there talking art. Right now she’s on Rothko. Talking about color fields. Before that she was looking through my encaustic books, talking wax.
This is a winding down time. The show is hung. Publicity wheels are spinning. Now it’s time to regroup. Clean the studio. Clean the house. Get some sleep. Eat healthy. Play. Enjoy ourselves.
Recharge.
And then paint some more.
by Susan Lobb Porter | Art |
Tomorrow we hang ’em high. Today we tied up the loose ends. Friend Christina, whose toes I will kiss kiss kiss until I fall dead from the effort, friend Christina came over and put her Virgo nature to WORK. She stretched canvas. Screwed little eye-hooks into side panels. Wired frames. Lots of them.
Ahhhhhhh…. It was so nice to have help.
Tomorrow…tomorrow there will be photos. Lot’s of ’em. The paintings you’ve seen on the floor, you’ll see on the wall. They dried, by the way. Not all of them, not all the way. But dry enough.
We finished up around nine. That’s PM. Then we came back to the house and dined on potato chips. When the bag was empty we moved on to cookies. Nice butter almond things from Holland. Or somewhere. There was tea involved so I guess that made it dinner.
Tonight’s weather mentioned snow towards the weekend. SNOW??? Hellooooo Mr. Weatherman. Got an Opening RECEPTION Saturday. NO NO NO SNOW. Or I will have to move to Camelot.
Remember…photos tomorrow!
