One of the best things about working from home is having my dog Jamie with me in the studio. When he gets tired of snoozing on the sectional or looking out the window he makes his way downstairs to the lower level and checks out what I am up to. He climbs on his studio bed and begins his job.
I think his job is watching me like a hawk. Sometimes he works on his projects, destroying a new toy or gnawing a bone, while keeping one black eye on me. He seems to think this is quite important. You never know when I might make a fast break for the laundry room, upstairs for coffee, or out the door to get the mail and I must be escorted at all times!
If I sit down to take a rest, Jamie hops up on the studio couch and into my lap to keep a really close eye on me. When I am in the studio Jamie must be in on everything. But when its time to make dinner we both go upstairs. He goes back to his window and I get on with my chores. We are done with our work for the day.
I do, really. I love pink. I love pink in its bubblegum and magenta states. I love pale baby pink and hot pink. Give it to me as blush, rose or watermelon and I'm happy as can be.
Where is this ode pink going you ask? Well, Thursday was my first day back to my proper studio and after a big cup of coffee and a long chat with my peeps, I went to the easel and directly for the pink like a thirsty man goes for beer. I jumped in and with great joy painted two paintings of pink flowers. I guess its the girlish whimsy and romance that I love about pink but also its power.
Where did this love originate? I was a regular Barbie loving little girl but I don't think it came from childhood except for maybe my brief near worship of Pinky Tuscadero and the Pinkettes. Is it my feminist upbringing? Could be. Is it a lady like fashion statement? No. I remember a pretty pink sweater I wore once, but I now favor dark colors that don't show stains. Could it have been Bruce Springsteen and his Pink Cadillac? No, I was more of a Rosalita girl. Is it because I am surrounded by men including the dog? Maybe. Is it because I am almost 46 and I am finally allowing myself to be who I am? Kind of. My love of pink seems to be at the root of my love affair with painting, that with color I can evoke emotion. And with pink I can explore all of the above and more.
1. Be better prepared. Bad shit happens and you should have batteries, lanterns, water etc.
Its not paranoid, it's prepared.
2. It doesn't take much for some people to come unglued and act weirdly territorial.
Be smart when dealing with others.
3. Learn to ACCEPT as we'll as give help.
4. Friends make it better. Some people really will give you the shirt off their backs, AND fill your gas can
when they get up at 4:30 in the morning to get on line.
5. I have so much to be grateful for.
6. I watch to much TV.
7. Social networking is a valuable tool in an emergency.
8. You CAN get sick of Pop Tarts.
9. The Little House on the Prairie books taught me about hearth cooking.
10. I NEVER want to go camping.
That's me, I am not afraid of color. Give me the whole rainbow; Yes all at once! I want the whole ROYGBIV shebang. Love it, need it, got to have it! Fear no Color!
I do have to admit that Fear No Color was a bit tested yesterday. I opened a box of very slightly used Diane Townsends Darks Terrages Pastels. I was the lucky recipient of these pastels when an artist friend decided she didn't like them, They really are all very nearly black; you can't even tell they aren't black until you drag them across your paper. When you do that you see they are greenish, bluish or brownish blacks. I loved them! They are dark, velvety, dense, and really beautiful. They are also just the thing to make color sing.
Art Supplies are such an investment that it is hard to jump in and try new things. Adding something new can be just the thing to get you inspired. It's great when you can swap or try before you buy from artist friends.