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Day 56: Where does the time go?
I'm a dabbler, and have done more sculpting, painting, mixed media, etc. than photography in my life, but not lately. A little over a year ago, I painted this picture to go over the sink in my loft which had no windows on one side, this old window having been snatched up at Urban Ore, on one of my scavenger missions. The painting itself is a view from memory (bad memory, the actual shape is kinda different) of Mt. Shasta from a couple of acres I own, where I would put a window, IF I had an abode on the land. It's pretty rough there, no driveway, no water, so everything gets hauled in when I stay there. It's primitive and beautiful and quiet there, a great escape. But I digress.
When I painted this, I was on a roll, and was planning to continue painting and sculpting as well as joining the San Francisco Women Artists Association. (Shut up inner critic. I AM TOO allowed to call myself an artist.) I was waiting for the association's new fiscal year to sign up, and basically promised myself I'd do it as soon as some discretionary income appeared. Never happened. That was right before the bottom fell out, and I couldn't go on kidding myself that my business was never going to recover from the dotcom bust, 911 and changes in the picture framing industry. (Pretty funny, I owned a custom framing shop, but I bought this window to use as a frame, because using an actual window was so perfect for what I was doing.
One of the reasons I moved just a year ago to the little house I'm in now, was to use the one car garage and sheltered patio as artmaking spaces, and because there's a 2nd bedroom in which I wanted to invite another artist (I said 'shut up') to live so we could play around, and make a mess, get all juicy together, bouncing off each other's energy, being each other's muses. But the garage has been full of crap (a lot of which is disorganized art supplies) and no work space until a couple of weeks ago. Then my amazing daughter Rachel visited so that she could help me, and we spent the day reorganizing the space. Her idea. What a kid. It still needs a lot of work out there, but it is wayyyyy better than it was. (No pic of it yet, but soon, very soon, maybe even one of me working out there. )
In my roommate ads, I was specifically looking for that painter, sculptor, tinkerer, woodworker, welder, quilter, whatever - and a couple of months ago, enter stage left - Qathi, with camera in hand. It only took a couple of weeks for me to bounce off of that, and get my own camera, a couple weeks more to sign on to flickr, and well, that's basically all she wrote. flickr and 365 have become my new life addictions.
But now Q is moving on, going back home to Seattle later this month. It's time for me to find another partner in crime, and I HATE this process, trying to evaluate if someone is compatible enough to share my home, my sanctuary, in a matter of minutes/hours. I lucked out with Q. Although we are quite different, we get along pretty well, and she has definitely been my muse, my coach, and my confidant. Yup, it's going to be pretty different around here when she goes, and I'm just hoping I can bring another positive soul into my life, one who wants to play some, and be serious some, share the day to day responsibilities of life, a very small, chosen family of sorts. Any and all voodoo, (I guess otherwise known as prayers and wellwishes), to help me make this happen are welcome. Very welcome.
Now where did I put that application to the SFWAA?
Day 56: Where does the time go?
I'm a dabbler, and have done more sculpting, painting, mixed media, etc. than photography in my life, but not lately. A little over a year ago, I painted this picture to go over the sink in my loft which had no windows on one side, this old window having been snatched up at Urban Ore, on one of my scavenger missions. The painting itself is a view from memory (bad memory, the actual shape is kinda different) of Mt. Shasta from a couple of acres I own, where I would put a window, IF I had an abode on the land. It's pretty rough there, no driveway, no water, so everything gets hauled in when I stay there. It's primitive and beautiful and quiet there, a great escape. But I digress.
When I painted this, I was on a roll, and was planning to continue painting and sculpting as well as joining the San Francisco Women Artists Association. (Shut up inner critic. I AM TOO allowed to call myself an artist.) I was waiting for the association's new fiscal year to sign up, and basically promised myself I'd do it as soon as some discretionary income appeared. Never happened. That was right before the bottom fell out, and I couldn't go on kidding myself that my business was never going to recover from the dotcom bust, 911 and changes in the picture framing industry. (Pretty funny, I owned a custom framing shop, but I bought this window to use as a frame, because using an actual window was so perfect for what I was doing.
One of the reasons I moved just a year ago to the little house I'm in now, was to use the one car garage and sheltered patio as artmaking spaces, and because there's a 2nd bedroom in which I wanted to invite another artist (I said 'shut up') to live so we could play around, and make a mess, get all juicy together, bouncing off each other's energy, being each other's muses. But the garage has been full of crap (a lot of which is disorganized art supplies) and no work space until a couple of weeks ago. Then my amazing daughter Rachel visited so that she could help me, and we spent the day reorganizing the space. Her idea. What a kid. It still needs a lot of work out there, but it is wayyyyy better than it was. (No pic of it yet, but soon, very soon, maybe even one of me working out there. )
In my roommate ads, I was specifically looking for that painter, sculptor, tinkerer, woodworker, welder, quilter, whatever - and a couple of months ago, enter stage left - Qathi, with camera in hand. It only took a couple of weeks for me to bounce off of that, and get my own camera, a couple weeks more to sign on to flickr, and well, that's basically all she wrote. flickr and 365 have become my new life addictions.
But now Q is moving on, going back home to Seattle later this month. It's time for me to find another partner in crime, and I HATE this process, trying to evaluate if someone is compatible enough to share my home, my sanctuary, in a matter of minutes/hours. I lucked out with Q. Although we are quite different, we get along pretty well, and she has definitely been my muse, my coach, and my confidant. Yup, it's going to be pretty different around here when she goes, and I'm just hoping I can bring another positive soul into my life, one who wants to play some, and be serious some, share the day to day responsibilities of life, a very small, chosen family of sorts. Any and all voodoo, (I guess otherwise known as prayers and wellwishes), to help me make this happen are welcome. Very welcome.
Now where did I put that application to the SFWAA?