After working over the weekend I was in need of a treat. So I made a pie. I don't think I have made pie in years. I love making sweet things. It is very grounding for me. And I don't do it enough for my brain, but when I do I love it. I love having a pie in my fridge! I used a recipe recommended by Alicia who made the pie recently and channeled mav for my food pictures. I had extra, since my pie was smaller than it was supposed to be.  So we had little baby pies.  That way the Boy and I could eat it right away! Really really delicious.

I started one of my assignments.

my messy desk & beautiful cat

I worked this weekend because fashion week starts the beginning of september. I am doing the unglamorous part of it all.  I painted in the mostly black base and it took me literally three hours.  I stayed to work (ahead) on my friday painting.  I realized that I spent six hours not talking to anyone.  I had sung along to a song or two but when I moved from the cd player to my ipod I became even more insular.  My body was covered in almost black paint.  It is under my fingernails, the backs of my arms, and even my belly.  The day before I put the first coast and as the paint began to dry it also began to stretch too much and pull out of the staples.  The area that was popping out was under this vent thing that hangs away from the wall and a little up from the floor.  So I had to shimmy on my belly to re-staple the muslin, before it shrunk too terribly.  I still haven't gotten all the paint off yet.  And I used all my body scrub.  A bit painty on my legs.

AK fashion week. We are doing SIX different shows…Johanna did we ever do six before?  Six large jobs in a little over two weeks. The sizes as follows: 17' x 24', 17' x 25', 17' x 68', 24' x 80', 17' x 24', and the last one we don't have a size or an image.

Breaking that down, just for fun…if I was just gessoing (its sort of like the primer) in a straight line, I would be gessoing for over a mile and 1/2 in length. Fun times.  Back to work…thanks for everyone's ideas…love them. 

Here is my first 5 gallon bucket of gesso…already painted…and drying 

return home from coney island with anne

For sometime now I have been trying to figure out an adventure I can take. An adventure that would move me into the path of life. Of what I want to do with my life. I think the plan has been stirring for quite some time. Since I read this book, then the feeling stirred again when I watched this on netflix. (both are fabulous by the way, I highly recommend them) But I am pushing too hard. Pushing too hard for an answer. I know the drill (well my drill)…the answer will come when I am ready. I guess I am not quite ready yet. Ready to go on my adventure.

I need an assignment. I do well with assignment. Even something as simple as photo tour. Something like my coney island day, but in a larger format. So would someone like to give me an assignment, or any ideas that you would like to see me undertake. Are you out there thinking, 'I really wish since Wendy lives in New York that she would see this…'

That is what I need to find out, what the this is for those of you out there that read…I can give prizes…for the winning choice…a robot softie…whatdoyathink?

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20" x 10"

This one…is strange to me. I couldn’t help but think about my mom and dad when as I have been thinking about Zephyr’s parents. Not to get into anything more, but the fact that she is walking away speaks volumes about my real relationship. The whole art imitating life thing. The painting came out a bit more ominous than I think the sketch was. I have included the sketch so you can make your own decision.

I don’t know if you’ll see more family members in the immediate future. Zephyr’s grandmother and dad haven’t made themselves known to me yet and I am trying not to push it. Trying to just let them keep happening naturally. It is all part of my letting go mantra. The ideas are percolating right now.

Have a great weekend! 

My coney island day with anne.  I used to think I rocked at the water gun game when I was a young girl. Until I heard that the attendant just flicks a switch to pick one of the contestants. Dashed dreams…still love the game.