in the studio

Hello. To my surprise some good things happened in the studio last night. Here's hoping that tonight will be the same.

Odd coincidence the other night I had worked on my latest large painting and named it Coral1 and was very pleased even though it seemed a little sweet I liked the title. The painting reminded me of a view on the California coast near Carmel. Looking down at what could be a fifty foot drop ( I have no clue the distance it seemed like a scary fall that would absolutely kill you you would want to be dead) to the ocean and the colors were amazing and varied although it was not to my knowledge coral. Anyway, the next day I read about a painting called Coral and I thought what are the chances of that. I am not married to my title as it is kind of limiting.

Curtis Blow, "These Are The Breaks" Great funny song. Break it up Break it up, Break it up. Breakdown.

I'm listening to Friday Night Soul, on 88.3 South Hampton. This guy is playing amazing old music. "Reach for the Sky"

I've updated my site but not with my new paintings SHIT. I put dimensions on paintings without them and that's it. Oh well. Just means I have to do it.

This crazy song "I'll Do Anything For You", give the world to you if you want me to. I never listened to the words when I was younger and knew this song. It's actually a love song. Of course romantic obsessive love but love none-the-less.

Another classic "Push Push in the Bush" Are you ready, Are you ready for this. Do you like it, Do you like it like this. I want it, in the bush bush.

There Before the grace of God, There go I I I I I. with no blacks no jews and no gays. The music to this song is incredible.Can't really figure out the message. Great intro though.

You know how to love me, right. The that special way. Your the real that I feel never go away. Seeings believing, Ain't nothing deceiving about the way I'm loving you. What?? You know how to love me You know how to love me All I want to say, you know how to love me. Measure for measure. Cause you told me so. There's no denying.

James Brown, Gonna get up and do my thang. I'm gonna do my thing. dressed up in a brand new mini dress. that boy playing that horn. Ha Ha Hey Everybody. Heeey Everybody. I got a brand new ...I aint gonna hurt nobody just wnat to help my heart. dance dance dance do the popcorn. do yo usee what I see. everybodies doing the popcorn.

I remember when computers were new and I feared them

Hello. I'm in the studio after a long day of getting things done. It ended with a trip to Bridgehampton in the SAAB, by myself. Somehow at fifty I've managed to conquer some of my fears. Anyway here I am and will continue this post later. Great to be in the studio and trying to begin some new smaller paintings.

So I am practicing my serve in the basement. Going back and forth Left-handed, Right-handed serve. Without the court I am just trying to concentrate on form and focusing on a point or target and having some consistent good aim.

So this picture is a lousy photo of a new painting which I like more and more. I'm try ing to start some new smaller works and leave this one alone for a while. Listening to blues music on this great station but I may be in the mood fore something else.

back in east hampton...

Hello. I've been in the city for a couple of days with John and managed to start my Christmas shopping. It was the first time that I remember in a long time really enjoying thinking about gifts for people. Of course my budget is limited but that is fine. It is about something other than materialistic stuff for me. Watching people shop on their lunch breaks or before going to work makes me see how important it all is. We do this because we are conditioned but there is something special about it all if you can get to it. It is hard because times are so hard and people have nothing and yet they want to give so much.

I am out in the country and it is around seven pm and I am in my studio because my beautiful man has purchased a router and I can now be on the Internet in my studio. I'm listening to a radio program and a man is narrating what I think is a I.B. Singer story. It is pretty heavy about love and mistrust or jealousy. Really intense and sad. It is called "Crown of Feathers" and yes by Singer.

So I am planning on starting some work and doing some store stuff while out here. Christmas is nine days away. We have the potential to make a lot of sales at the stores between now and New Year's Eve.

I have had some email correspondence with a friend that I have lost touch with from R.I. and she asked me about East Hampton and what it is like. I am going to ask her if she would like to visit to see for herself. Of course this is not the nicest time she could come any time but it is cold all over the northeast so whats the difference. WE both Jessica and I hate the cold so we can complain together.

On the spider front. The Mother never came back the nest of eggs is still intact and the large spider is still suspended in the web.

It has been a while since my last post

Hello. So here we are eleven days before Christmas and I am starting some shopping tonight. This is early for me. So not related to this at all a large spider just ran by me in My studio. I blew in its direction and it ran the other way. Smart spider. Actually it came back and I got some photos of it in my phone. Spiders are crazy.

Anyway, I was not selected for the juried show at Rogue Space and it was a hard one for a few minutes but I recovered with some good words from John. Of course it makes me question everything which is something I guess I just go through during these periods. Over 300 people entered and it was culled to forty people. I did look at some of the art and there were some paintings that spoke to me and it made me feel good. I do feel like a senior painter at this point and even though they are abstract leaning towards landscape or locations of some kind, I feel they warrant a second look. But with these shows, here I go again trying to figure out something that is not possible to figure out. My paintings not me were rejected from a show, yes I am my paintings but I am also more than that. I think if I could really paint what is inside of me I would be a star or more likely, as is usually the case, die in obscurity. Debbie Downer is not lost she is living inside me. :) Smiley face. Sometimes the Internet and all of its symbols can be annoying. To the point but annoying none-the-less.

How about a new paragraph. So my mother now has email. I am very excited as it is another way for us to stay in touch. I think it is really good for her and I can read between the lines and hear if something is up that the Passive Aggressive characteristic will not let her verbalize. I mean this in the most loving way. I will take my mother's little quirks over some traits of others any day of the week.

I look forward to going home and spending some time with the family. John is joining me as He does not want to spend Christmas day without me. He is the sweetest. He also wants to fall asleep in front of the television watching "Planet Of The Apes". I have to make sure it is the first one. The whole picture is so funny. The movie and John wanting to crash and do nothing for a day. I am happy He loves my family. Well everyone loves my family, that is not a surprise but He is special and it means a lot that He can be so relaxed there. One of us has to be. I know my sister can appreciate this. I am also kidding because I love being there at this point in my life. I am much more relaxed I used to be a nightmare for all involved. The holidays were a period when my control issues would kick in and kick my ass. I think things changed for me last year with the death of my Dad. I think for years before He died the fear of His death hung over my head and the question of how would I care for Him. Of course things fall into place and we are never alone so all went smoothly for the most part and here we are a year later to the week. He died December 22nd 2008.