Thursday, May 16, 2013
|Angus greets the irises.|
|Minimalism, flesh as canvas.|
|SPRING HAS ARRIVED. Including the lovely poison ivy bordering the irises.|
|Some new ideas...|
|Blue Horse Bowls.|
at 6:07 PM
Thursday, May 9, 2013
I've been told of all the abdominal surgeries, laparoscopic cholecystectomy is the safest, easiest and quickest to recover from. I certainly hope so. However, as someone who has never even encountered a cavity, well, let's just say this has been quite the adventure so far. I go in tomorrow. I hear the drugs are fab. My biggest regret? That I won't "be there" to see it happen. Surgery is so cool!
It is my organ so I asked if I could have it afterwards but apparently that's a biohazard. They don't even give out gall stones any more. The surgeon has kindly offered to take pictures while he's looking around in there. (They blow you up like a balloon so they can move around to perform the surgery. Nice view of the liver, I'm told.) I would rather have the DVD but I'll be happy with snapshots.
Poor little gall bladder. It's been a spastic case my whole life but I didn't realize it until recently. I just assumed post-meal discomfort was part of eating. When I was interrupted by sharp stabbing, spasmodic pains for a day or two recently, I opted to see the doctor at my husband's urging. Two months later and I'm about to lose an organ that's been with me for fifty years.
I had considered just putting up with the discomfort and changing my diet since the stabbing pain only lasted a day or two and I'd rather not have surgery but then I spoke to my mother who told me that there may be a family connection since her older sister had gall bladder issues in her 50-60s and ended up in emergency surgery, sick for many months afterwards as a result of ignoring the symptoms of "indigestion" for so long. Soooooo, that changed my mind.
And now I bid fond adieu to the lowly gall bladder, storer of bile. You did what you could. Not very well, apparently, but I appreciate your service nonetheless. When I think back on the stabbing pains, I will think of you and the biohazard refuse container that will be your final resting place. I will eat raw cookie dough in your honor tonight (before I'm to stop eating at midnight!) as a last meal of sorts. That and spicy Italian sausage and lentil soup. Bon appetit!
at 3:39 PM
Thursday, April 11, 2013
|Chartreuse, light rust, rosy mauve. Joy!|
I have seasonal open studio hours from April until September, Wednesdays through Saturdays, 10am – 3pm. During those times, you will find me (and my three dogs and three cats and whomever else is hanging around) working in my studio doing whatever needs to be done. If you come down my driveway then, I will not greet you with a dirty look. Promise. But I may put you to work if I need help. Kidding. Sometimes pottery, sometimes sculpture, sometimes wrestling with gourds. We'll see how this years crop comes up. I'm set to grow loofahs! Scrubby sponges anyone?
|New listings on Etsy... Covered Vessel, $42|
Current absent dates will be: April 17, April 26 and April 27.
at 5:57 AM
Friday, April 5, 2013
Thursday, April 4, 2013
|I am intrigued by you. Come closer.|
|I see you but no one knows you're a dog on the internet.|
|"How Does Healing Take Place?"|
|Stall Boards, 2008|
The New Yorker magazine. Gawd, luv, Cindi, always late to the party... I never claimed to be on top of things.
and comments in his online articles found on the internet), a reader, rather than just read an article in a magazine by him and – if motivated enough – take the time to write a letter, put it in an envelope, spend the pennies for the stamp and mail it, then wonder if it ever got read or even opened – now, that reader can hit the comment and post button. Jerry, being a sociable, engaging person, is more directly available – and so are his insights. Not only that, because the comments on places like FB are viewable, even if you don't engage directly by commenting, you can read other comments to Jerry by others who may or may not be notable people in their field. And because the internet experience is impersonal and Jerry the truck driver is reduced to type on your computer monitor in the comfort of your home, the information, interplay and exchange of ideas can be less intimidating that direct social interaction. How many people who aren't obsessed with art would never think to enter a gallery? never bother looking at contemporary art? never consider going to an opening? never bother approaching an art critic with their point of view? How many people who are obsessed with art still wouldn't do the same because they are intimidated by the whole process? [/me raises hand]
"Art Market Goes Hot and Cold."] and the prices commanded by contemporary artists, about the schism between regular contemporary artists and the celebrities among artists, about the quality of the work out there, about getting seen, getting shows, getting heard, getting funding. Jerry the truck driver has written an article touching on this subject. It is on the website, Vulture.com.
Ferrin, AKAR and the Schaller Gallery, are successful in sales for their artists. Jerry the truck driver remarks in his recent article about dealers who conduct business via JPEG. All the internet does is provide another gateway, another medium. It widens the audience of potential admirers and buyers alike. For those who cannot get to a gallery, who are intimidated, bored or annoyed by the sales people, who prefer a less direct, more direct, indirect and/or more anti-social experience, this gateway provides an expansion of experience. But it is the internet expansion of the art experience, as far as I'm concerned, including being able to interact with the people who make up the matrix of art scenes world-wide, that has the potential to add some energy to the discussion, starting with removing the self-imposed, psychological barriers of a whole number of people who have excluded themselves from art in the first place. Because Jerry the truck driver is more accessible, so, too, is your art experience.
at 6:28 AM
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
at 7:52 AM