- It is possible to teach drawing or at least help established drawing students via email.
- Paul Buxman is an artist from Dinuba here in Tulare County. He is also a farmer, and the subjects he chooses really appeal to me, although his style does not. He is a very accomplished painter, and speaks with humble authority about living and painting this area. We have never met, although I have read and heard about him for years. There is a great interview with him on the Arts Visalia page here.
- Blog reader and virtual friend Marjie sent me a recipe for persimmon bars when she learned that I don’t like persimmon cookies. I cut the sugar in half, and they were excellent! Who knew? I usually reduce the sugar when I bake by 1/4 or 1/3. I wonder if I can slash it even further, but this will have to wait until next persimmon season.
- Vinyl Composition Tile (VCT) used to be cheap flooring; now it is expensive, and there are very few solid colors to choose from. Several, nay, many cracked tiles in my navy and white checkered kitchen floor need replacing, but navy is discontinued. I suggested to the flooring expert that I just use red and let it be a random pattern. He said, “We call that a ‘scatter pattern'”; I said, “WAIT! It can’t have a name, because I just invented it!”
- More flooring news: if you have a cement slab foundation, it might make alkali pebbles beneath your linoleum or VCT. These pebbles will grow like stalagmites, lifting, cracking, and making holes in your flooring material. You cannot prevent this. Twenty-two years is considered a good long run. There will be no scatter pattern in my kitchen; there will need to be an entirely new floor, and it will not be VCT this time.
- I found a gardening blog by Anne Wareham who wrote a book called “The Bad Tempered Gardener”. She lives in Wales and keeps a garden that people pay to visit, along with writing for gardening magazines. I wonder if anything I read by her will translate to the Central Valley of California. . . prolly not. Too bad her book isn’t in our county library. Her subtle humor in her blog posts and photo captions feel very comfortable to me. An added bonus: she used to be a knitter – how does one stop being a knitter??
- Most of the murals in Exeter have hidden items. One of the earlier ones was painted by a friend of mine from high school, and he hid a Monopoly shoe. A few years ago, I could not find it so I emailed him for help. He couldn’t remember where it was either, and the brochures from the Exeter Chamber of Commerce didn’t even mention it. When my cousins visited a couple of weeks ago, together we walked the murals, looking for hidden items. Suddenly, I saw it! It is quite faded, but it is still vaguely visible in the Waterman mural.
- It is possible to paint on concrete stepping stones. I used some leftover exterior white paint for 2 primer coats, and then 2 coats of exterior latex for the brighter colors. It was easier than doing tile mosaics, easier than pouring wet cement into molds and tapping in some tchotchkes, and will be easier to maintain.
Peculiar Sights
Strange and vaguely interesting although peculiar sights have crossed my path lately. Before I show you these, there is some confusion about “site” versus “sight”. A site is a place; a sight is something to see. I saw these things, so they are sights, at various sites.
Hey Central California artist, will you just land that plane already?
Yeah, no.
Have you noticed how many people use this absurd expression? Now that I have alerted you, you will hear that the airwaves are filthy with this strange verbal juxtaposition.
Are you going to show us or not??
Just having fun in February, my first favorite month.
February Distractions
February is my favorite month. Wait – it is my First Favorite. I also love March and April. In February we can get brilliant sun or cold storms, the green shows up, wildflowers begin, and fruit trees pop into bloom in orchards down the hill. I would like February to have 31 days and August to only have 28. (Just 14 would be fine too.)
February brings distractions.
I’ve been weeding baby poppies, hoping to give them a chance to go bonkers this spring.
A friend requested some help laying artificial turf at one of the vacation rentals that she manages. (This house)
Then a friend let me come by to pick some Mello Gold (super sweet grapefruit looking citrus), I had a package to mail, and a book was FINALLY ready for me at the library. My vacation rental manager friend and I have plans to make some stepping stones for one of her yards, another place needs some ferocious weeding, Trail Guy and I like to take walks, several friends like to come to Three Rivers to go “hiking” with me (they call it that but I don’t take a pack with water or food so it is just a walk), and I have a big knitting project on the needles.
Maybe February needs to be 40 days long.
Virtual Drawing Lesson Thoughts
A Torrent of Words about Freebies
WARNING – this is a long post.
An old family friend (which means our parents were friends but he and I didn’t know each other very well) invited me to design a cover for a publication for the college where he is a professor. This is our emailed conversation (and I corrected a few grammatical errors so it isn’t verbatim-you are welcome, Professor Friend):
What is an “Artist Statement”?
An artist statement is not a biography, nor is it a list of accomplishments and awards. It is a few paragraphs meant to cause someone to want to view the artist’s work and provide a bit of insight into the reasons the artist makes the art.
The most helpful questions I’ve read about writing a statement are these:
What do you want people to see in your work?
What is a distinguishing characteristic of your art?
Based on your conversations, what do people find delightful or surprising about your art?
The least helpful “advice” I’ve read about writing an artist statement are these questions:
What informs the color in your work?
What are the paradoxes in your work?
How do your cultural roots inform your practice?
This is what I have come up with. Does it make you want to see my work or help you understand why I do what I do?
My artistic goal is to show people that Tulare County has beauty, and we can feel proud to call it home. I also want my art to ignite the viewers’ curiosity about the places that I paint and draw.
Using pencil and oil paint, I am a studio artist who makes art that people can understand. My style is straightforward realism with tight detail, a somewhat cleaned up and brightened version of real life. I like my paintings to look good both close up and from a distance, which is a result of having used nothing but pencil for the first decades of my career.
My favorite place, Mineral King, is clearly a huge influence on my choice of subjects; I think it is the most beautiful place in our county. Recognizing art of familiar places brings delight, so to that end I gladly accept commissions of the places and things that people love.
And you thought I just sat around drawing all day.
Pippin would like to know what in the world I am going on and on about.
Learned in January
- My friends don’t think of me first as an artist; this means I am not very self-promotional, which can be both a good thing and a not-so-good thing.
- Quesadilla Gorilla is not just in Visalia and Three Rivers; it is also in Fresno and Hanford and is raising money to expand by selling bonds. How in the world do people learn how to do this high finance stuff??
- Sharpshin hawks are creepy cannibals; one keeps getting other birds right in front of our kitchen window.
- Nosocomial means “in hospital”; sometimes illness is spread nosocomial. I hope none of my blog readers ever needs to know this word.
- Tucker, my black cat, is a digger. I was burying kitchen waste in the herb garden, so I dug a hole, dumped the stuff in, turned away to rinse out the container, and then when I turned back, Tucker was covering the pile up for me. I actually filmed him doing this, but don’t think it will work on the blog. Besides, there are plenty of cat videos out there on the World Wide Web. (Maybe not one covering up garbage.)
- I went 30 days without sugar or sweets. The results: both a sense of accomplishment and one of deprivation.
- Horse bangs are called a “forelock”. I wonder why people forelocks are called “bangs” instead of a “forelock”. (A person could bang her head on the wall trying to figure this one out.) In Britain, bangs are called a “fringe”; I learned this back in the days of Princess Diana.
- When you have tech troubles, it is helpful to engage in activities that cannot be accomplished with a computer. I had a bad couple of tech trouble days, and was helped immensely by Apple, but still took great comfort in knitting, baking bread, and yardening. Try those things on a computer, you Virtual Digital Techie Robots.
- Bears might be able to wear a size 4 in Crocs.
Still Here, Tasks Ahead
Showing in a good gallery involves many tasks, like gathering a mailing list, completing a contract, providing digital images for publicity, titling and pricing all work, making an inventory list, coming up with a title for the show, and horror of horrors, writing an artist statement.
I have been working on this last one for awhile. You may remember that I despise the pretentious way that artists tend to talk, which I call ArtSpeak, occasionally poking fun at some of the nonsense. (A post about it is here.) So, I wrote up an artist statement and sent it to a dear friend who has helped me with many marketing tasks through the years.
This is not my artist statement but it is what I said to her when requesting her help in editing.
“In reading guidelines for writing an artist statement (just the very term causes my lip to curl up in disgust), I have come up with the following and wondered if you could be Jane Bag-of-Donuts from West Undershirt and see if it reads well, makes sense, and is straightforward enough for Tulare County without insulting the Wanna-be Snobs.”
More will be revealed in the fullness of time. . .
If I was a smoker, I’d light up about now, but I think I’ll knit a few rows instead.
Everything is Hard
Brace yourself for a long post with thoughts about life and how it has changed in my 61 years.
Ever noticed how anything you might want to accomplish is hard? All the possible places for things to get hung up, snagged, delayed, misunderstood, broken, unavailable are endless. It is a wonder any of us get anywhere on time, keep ourselves together, keep moving forward. Look at these examples:
A. We need a new water heater and want to switch from electric to propane. My current favorite contractor said that he could do the job. That was in August. The number of obstacles he has encountered since then would just flatten anyone. I kept calling. When we finally connected and set a date, it didn’t happen. I learned that he was waiting on the plumber, whose truck broke down. And who knows how many obstacles that poor guy encountered? Plumber #2 couldn’t get the right brand of water heater, so on and on it goes.
B. Two years ago we switched from Huge & Rude Telephone Company to Spectrum. It took many weeks, many hours on the phone with both companies, and no business telephone for 6 weeks. (In case you are wondering, the internet is great, the teevee selection not as good but the quality of the picture much improved, and the landline okay but it cannot call the cell phone.)
C. A customer requested that I buy Microsoft Word to be better able to help him (I am editing his book). Microsoft’s chat feature didn’t work, and the phone number didn’t reach a real person. I just bought it anyway without getting my concerns addressed, and then I learned that my Mac operating system wouldn’t run it. I had to upgrade my operating system but couldn’t because my computer didn’t have enough available memory. Many calls to Apple (all were quite helpful) eventually said that I had to erase my computer in order to install the new OS. I hoped that the external hard drive where I back up my laptop actually contained the information and wasn’t just a dummy. (Yep, I prayed over that mess.) Now that my system is up to date, neither my scanner nor my printer will work with my computer any more.
These are just a few examples of how complicated our world has gotten. You probably have many examples of your own.
In the olden days these things were true: checks were free from the bank; grocery bags were free at the markets; places that sent a bill would provide an envelope (even stamped, in some cases!); the newspaper kept their opinions to the Opinion Page; everyone was allowed to have a fireplace and a lawn; someone else would put gas in your tank and even wash your windshield; you could walk into an airport, pay for a flight, and board, all within an hour’s time; real people answered the telephone at work and at home; you could actually see people’s faces when out in public.
I am so thankful to be able to just head out to the painting studio, and begin. The only obstacles to getting work done are finding the right reference photos (a large obstacle when doing custom art for people with vague ideas of what they want), the sun too bright or too weak to mix colors correctly, the inability to see my own errors, or Jackson biting my leg because he feels deprived of food. (The neighbor’s barking dog isn’t an obstacle, only a nuisance.)
Let’s just look at a calm photo and try to be thankful for the moments of ease and peace that remain (NO! DO NOT EVEN THINK ABOUT LISTING ALL THAT THE VIRUS HAS STOLEN!!)
11 Things I Learned in December and some jibber-jabber
Happy 2021!
Yeah, yeah, I know about 2020. No complaining here, and no unprecedented overusage of the word “unprecedented”. Just keeping on keeping on. Steady, sort of predictable, finding the good things in life about being a full time artist in Central California, AKA “flyover country” in the Golden State. (We feed the world, and don’t let anyone forget it.)
- Have you heard of a “Covid fee”?? I ordered some photographic prints from Shutterfly and there was a “covid fee” added to my order. What in the world for??
- Drying persimmons the hoshigaki method is so bizarre but the best dried fruit I’ve ever eaten in my life. A friend is trying this method and sent me this photo. She also sent a photo of some finished ones, but they look rather alarming. I want to try this next year!
- Rosemary and Thyme is a lovely thriving gift/clothing/home goods store in downtown Exeter where my studio was for 4 exciting years. The owner is one of the most creative, original and innovative people I’ve ever had the privilege of knowing, and her store is now becoming an online shop. If you like cool stuff, beautiful stuff, good stuff, for yourself or for others, this is the local place to support.
- Maeve Binchy really is my favorite novelist. I’ve loved her writing since the 1980s, and with the current difficulties of getting library books, I started rereading her books. She is the only author whose books I automatically bought and kept. (I used to buy Sue Grafton’s books but decided I wasn’t going to reread them so sent them on to unknown bookshelves; also used to buy Barbara Kingsolver’s books but hit a few I didn’t like so that was the end of that.)
- There is so much confusion and conflict in trying to discern truth these days. I heard from several sources that there are 21 cases of The Wuhan in our little town and one person has died of it. The truth is that there have been 21 known cases since the thing started and the person who died (a friend and former drawing student), died from heart failure after a surgery that didn’t turn out well for her.
- Using “www” before your web address is so last year.
- People aspire to riches in order to avoid ugliness.
- Ring picking is something I never have heard of. It is a method of picking citrus to a particular size, using a metal ring to measure each piece as you pick. How could I never have heard of this before??
- This isn’t anything I’ve learned but maybe something for you to learn about me. I enjoy doing yardwork and occasionally assist a friend with some of her vacation rentals. Sometimes I just can’t resist using the prunings to make a wreath.
- This isn’t new information either, but Pippin is just too cute to not keep taking pictures of him.
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And final piece of irrelevant jibber-jabber: Persimmons are so beautiful. They taste good when dried the traditional way. (No thanks, I don’t like persimmon cookies.)
Remember, I make art that you can understand of places and things you love at prices that won’t scare you.
Oops. I think I let Pippin into the house.