This was a blog for 8 artists in the Chico, CA area. We met at the Art Center once a week to BS...What are those artists doing these days? They don't tell me. I made the mistake of becoming hospitalized for a time and thus became a non entity on Tuesdays.
I've been working on four different paintings over the past month or so. It's been a real struggle at times and I've finally made a break through with one of them. It's abstract expressionism so don't expect to see any image except for the one that your mind tells you is there. Love it or hate it. It matters not at all. I'm happy with it. Now I have three paintings that I have to struggle with. 24"x24"x1.5" acrylic on gallery wrapped canvas. Title: Early morning at Pointe de la Courte in 1943 $200 Does anyone else in the Tuesday Painters group have a painting to sell?
I think most of us in the Tuesday painters group has a space that they call their 'studio', no matter how small it is. And from what I've heard, some of these studios are indeed, tiny. I believe that we all dream of that perfect studio. It would be spacious, with lots of cabinets for our supplies. We would have work tables, at just the right height, for those times when you want to work on a horizontal plane. We might have two or three easels with retractable wheels so that we can move our work around the studio to follow the light. We would have high clerestory windows on all four sides, plus large windows below. Their would be powered sun proof shades above each window. In the center of the studio would be the control center; the place set aside for the computers and large screen monitors. From here we could control all of the lighting and the climate. Plus, their would be a small kitchen with a stove and adjoining it would be the bathroom. Said bathroom would also have a
Ah! The steady downward spiral near the end of life. I'm 80 now and hoping for 81, and why not? haven't produced any paintings, digital or otherwise, in the last 2 years. But...I do keep my brain engaged and I have had some good times of sketching and editing. I am sitting in my usual spot and my red walker sits in front of me. My favorite cane is within reach. My physical therapist is helping me with balance, as I have a tendency to fall over when I least expect it. I have given up on driving because of my poor memory. That all sounds depressing but some good has come from it, as Granddaughter Abigayle secured a scholarship at Arizona State University. She has an old car with over 100k miles on it and that sounded unsafe (to me) when driving through the desert. My old car, 5 years old, has just 9K miles on it. So I sold it to her for $1 and now she has a dependable car for Arizona. She will have to convert it over to hand controls; I think she can use the controls that are on