Here’s the latest, just submitted to West Nebraska Arts Center upcoming President’s Show. (The theme is “Splash,” and here’s my take on it. Acrylic on canvass–18×30
“Uppity Women aren’t afraid of Friday the 13th” said Marg Long in her e-mail invitation. It’s a now-annual meeting of friends and art-lovers and generally interesting people (mostly female) hosted by Marg at her house in Fort Collins. I bring art work, other folks do too, and it’s very informal and looky-loo and discussional and all that good stuff.
So, Thursday morning I left Dolly with her friends at “Dog’s Day Out” in Scottsbluff, and trundled off with a bunch of art-work in my old van, heading for Fort Collins. I go 85 instead of I-25, because the van is old and so am I, and also because I’m a chicken when it comes to high speed driving.
It was cloudy. So cloudy I couldn’t really see the mountains as I drove South…and I should have known something was wrong. I turned onto 14 heading West at Ault, topped a hill and looked down at a stage-set designed by Stephen King! A black rolling cloud obscured the entire front range, darkening all the communities along its length. I was driving into something really bad!
I got my art unloaded before the reports started to come in: 8 inches of rain in Boulder in 12 hours, flooding along all streams, roads closing all over the place. I-25 was closed both North and South. Fort Collins was cut off and isolated, as were too many other communities along the front range.
By Friday it was pretty obvious that party plans had to change. Uppity Women’s Meeting will be rescheduled for a later date…and my artwork will be already in place. Marg’s house is on high ground.
With more storms predicted, I started looking for a way out…and boogied out about 10 A.M. on Saturday.
Now let’s see if I can post some pics:
Oh, poo. I can’t load the ones I want. Well, let’s see if I can load some mini-paintings. The storm stuff will come later:
WOO HOO!! With the help of computer guru Monique Larsen, I may be in the image business after all. Of course it’s going to take a bit of climbing the steep learning curve to get it functioning, but that’s my fault for being a techno-moron.
First, I guess I’d better explain. After all, I’ve been away from this blog for a year. A rough year. And somehow, pretty pastel landscapes didn’t seem to move me much anymore. Soooooooo, I turned to the woodpile at the back of my studio. (Yes, the very one that has been eyed as potential firewood by various barbarians in the neighborhood. Sorry, Guys.) Actually, lusting after dried stumps as firewood is pretty understandable, considering that bizarre art is not exactly the norm around here.
Here’s a picture of the woodpile, in some disarray, after I started sealing the ends of the logs.
Studio is still a pit, but I couldn’t resist finishing just one more (since it was all set up and ready to go.) I know, I know, I said I wasn’t going to do any painting until the studio was clean. But it’s getting there. This is the last one, I promise.