Monday, August 27, 2007

Some more of the new stuff

Ok, I thought I'd get more images up of some of the more recent paintings, before this site becomes dedicated to all that is old and dusty.
These two are more from that series of small paintings. They're 4" square and painted on wood.
Summer Tree

Trees, Over Charlottesville

Friday, August 24, 2007

45 mph couch potato

I know, I KNOW, I said I'd be posting images of available art. Maybe a little later tonight. I've been busy with about 2 million things going on today. I spent an inordinate amount of time trying to figure out how to get my 80 lb dog across the country safely.

He's 9 years old, sleeps all day, and is my boy. I'm a bit offended by the rental places that we've looked at online that have not allowed pets. I'm like "come on! It's SOPRANO! He's not a dog. He's furniture." Truthfully, he doesn't act like a dog. He doesn't bark, jump on you, drool, act hyper, or any of those other typical dog things. Well, most greyhounds don't do this stuff either. They can be goofballs, but they are amazingly sweet.
So, how to move my dog? I've looked at the airline option. I am not crazy about the airline option. I am leaning toward a service that actually drives the dog across country. Seriously.

Thursday, August 23, 2007

The cleansing begins

Here comes the true crunch time of moving. It's been only a week since we got word that we're going across the country, and we've been moving in high gear since then. We're sorting through all of our belongings, and getting the house ready to put on the market. We're cleaning up and photographing each room to put on a spiffy web-page. We have to do this one room at time, because there's no way that my kid's rooms always look anything like this on a daily basis:

Looking at this, it's hard to believe that we are still living here...

Oh look! A stairwell! There's no clutter or cleanup project going on here, so it was safe to photograph.

The rest of the house is looking a little more like this.

Kidding. This is my packed up studio. This next one is the aerial view of my studio & sunroom. I love this view. This was taken from the ladder in my loft that goes up to the attic.

By the way, there was a lot more art in the attic. Lots. And almost all of it I don't want to bring with me. So, if anyone is interested in some seriously discounted art, please swing by soon. Invite yourselves, I beg of you.
I shall post some more pics throughout the weekend showcasing some of these found treasures.

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Stepping Stones



Japanese Garden- Maymont Park; Richmond, VA

Well, things are finally in motion. After a summer of being in limbo, we now have a plan. We're moving about 3,000 miles away, from Virginia to California. We've been in Virginia 14 years, coming here for graduate schools, then staying for work and starting our family. Doug and I were living in Maine before this, while I went to art school. At least we've had the good sense to land in very beautiful areas, considering what I like to paint.

Leaving this area is bittersweet. It feels strange to get my house ready for someone else to live in, especially when I feel that I wasn't quite done with it yet. It feels strange to say goodbye to friends, whom I hope will come visit us in our new fabulous location. My head is swimming with all the little and big things to be done in the next month (yes! we're leaving next month!) I spent the last 2 days packing up my studio. My paints, brushes and palette are still out... just in case I get a spare moment so that I can do. just. one. more. painting. I have a growing pile of art to give away to friends who stop by. Lots of small oil sketches on paper, old student work, studies, drawings. I'll try to remember to photograph them tomorrow. I love seeing what people choose for themselves out of my pile of give-aways. My babysitter chose two small quiet ones for herself last night.

We're in the middle of serious purging right now. Give-aways, Craigslist (my frog found a home through Craigslist!), and trips to the Goodwill dropoff. It feels good to edit our stuff.

I'm really looking forward to setting up a space out on the West Coast. I'm sure my paintings will change... though it might take a while for me to slow down enough to really take in my surroundings.

If any of you know any painter types out West, specifically the Los Gatos, Silicone Valley, San Francisco area, drop me a note. I'll need some art buddies out there to show me where the good painting spots are. Thanks!

Thursday, August 16, 2007

Winter Trees





Whenever we get an ice storm here, I head to the garden. There's this group of pine trees who's branches get all weighed down by the ice. It sort of creates a cave-like impression, and when the light is right, it's downright magical.

Saturday, August 11, 2007

bye bye birdy



This is the painting that was ultimately chosen for the trade for our Warm Springs stay. This painting left the studio yesterday, along with a small painting of birds on a wire that I had had for some time. If you've ever stayed in our guest room, you might notice it missing. I don't have an online-ready image to show you, unfortunately.

I loved doing this trade, and the folks who let us stay in their home in exchange for some art seemed happy with the exchange as well.

So, does anyone have a lovely home in, say, Hawaii that we could come visit? I'm happy to paint for my keep.

Tuesday, August 7, 2007

Return from vacation

We're back from an extended road trip up through New England. The short version: a canceled flight, 2 unexpected days of driving with the kids, visiting my family in Vermont, a country fair, a day in Montpelier, a Renaissance festival, a ferry ride to Martha's Vineyard, a private beach, another drive to Pennsylvania, visits with D's family, seeing my sister in law who looks fabulous with her first pregnancy, and that last drive home... deciding to bypass Ikea and vowing off fast food for a good long time.

Here's me and my daughter on the ferry out to the Vineyard. It looks like I'm praying to my coffee.


Another peaceful moment. I think this was in our Vermont hotel.


Ben is doing the happy marshmallow dance.