The sold paintings and drawings are delivered, and the rest are back in my studio and workshop. The paintings I hope to sell at the Silver City Store are all ready to go, but it isn’t quite time to deliver. The only commission I had is completed and delivered. There are a couple of phone calls I could make to shake up some work, but I am distracted by other things in life.
I had a reunion with a friend from 6th or 7th grade. We met at Hartland Camp, and reunited about 5 years ago, now getting together when we can figure out a way.
Do deer eat rhododendrons? They appeared on a Deer Resistant List, so I planted one. I hope our deer read that list.
Meanwhile, I fixed the arch on the painting of the Oak Grove Bridge that has hung in a County administration building for a couple of years, and then at Arts Visalia, where I noticed that the arch wasn’t all it could be. The problem was noticed by one of my drawing students and I at the same time. She wanted to know why I was so hard on her as she drew an arched bridge but then I was casual in my own approach. (My students and I are very honest with each other because this is the best way to learn; if you want compliments on your art, show your mom.)
And I fiddled around with my giant painting that combines scenes from both Orange Cove and Lemon Cove – to be titled “Citrus Cove”, perhaps. For some reason, this feels too hard, so I am just jumping all over the canvas. (No, not literally.)
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(What a groovy photo, you hippie, you!)
Don’t Rhodies need a lot of water? I remember them from my time living in Washington (state) and it seems 3R weather (hot and dry) is the opposite of Seattle weather (cold and damp). But if anyone can make them work, it’s you! I look forward to seeing them thrive.
P.S. You were in my dream last night about helping to set up the Kaweah Arts store. It was the usual odd, strange, unrealistic, bizzaro jumble of scenes that many dreams consist of. Hmmm….
Sharon, I’m not convinced that a 12 year old can qualify for hippiedom.
I will water the rhododendron as much as I can. Maybe this one is adapted to a hotter climate. Maybe it will die. Probably.
Dreams are so bizarre; our minds conjure up the strangest combinations of unrelated topics, unimaginable weirdness, unexplainable scenes.
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