I love my husband. He's always buying electronic, music kind of stuff that I think is totally unnecessary, but then I turn out to enjoy the stuff. Like the ipod dock. What would I do without it? He goes to a lot of concerts. Some say I'm too easy on him. I say, its his life. His Life. This is it. Its happening now and we should enjoy it and not put off the fun parts till a later that never comes. If he can figure out how to pay for it, why shouldn't he do what he loves? Good for him.
I may be feeling especially this way now because over the last few days I spent a lot of money on my own hobby. Ha HA! I'm so excited. Right now in my basement, hiding under my giant studio table, are 6 flats of seeds on a shower curtain on an electric blanket, under 6 grow lights. Last time I did two flats and had plenty, but you gotta remember I worked on a farm last year and now I think BIG. And I'm obsessive. I hope to sell some extra plants to offset the costs of the endeavor. (black cherry, sungold, lemon drop and ananas noir tomatoes, rosemary, delphinium, basil, balsam, baby's breath, marigolds, mossrose, rainbow peppers, romanesco broccoli, violet cauliflower, lavender... there's more, I forget all I did extra of.) I intended to spend 50 at Menards yesterday and when the bill came to 132, I felt a little sick to my stomach. I know its tight till next Friday, but when I get to the seed display, my eyes glaze over and I'm in a compulsive trance. I've drawn a map of where it will all go. Also bought bulbs at home depot, including dinner plate dahlias much cheaper than online. And think of how much these plants would cost in 2 months. I'm saving 100s! Half of our little yard will be gardens. Hoping the dog will help with squirrels and rabbits. Worried she'll tear up the beds. I hate squirrels. I'll be shocked if a single bulb I planted last fall comes up after the feast they had. I am not the kind of woman who feels cuddly about woodland creatures. Snow White, you are living in a dream world. I'll never forget how the Japanese woman who stayed with us reacted to seeing her first squirrel - she ran screaming, terrified. Actually, she turned out to be worse than squirrels, but that's another story.
Must. Get back. To painting. Finishing 4 birds before bed to drop off at shop tomorrow.
Artist Statement du jour
My work reflects fleeting moments of joy in the ordinary. I see my immediate world as a heart-breakingly beautiful experience. Whether in wax or resin, the records of my observations are colorful, swirling, and luminous.
The birds began as sketches after my grandfather died. As I drew, it popped into my head that they used to call him "bird-legs" and I laughed out loud. I didn't realize it at first, but these birds were about him and my grandmother. He fed the backyard birds each morning into his 90's. The birds are a symbol for memories. Happy memories. Now the chubby, little birds have become a shared pleasure. They've become a conversation with new people. Maybe not everybody thinks rusty excavators are gorgeous like I do, but most people enjoy backyard birds. We can connect that way.
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