Farewell, February


The ZIA opening reception was good but quiet.  While it’s much better (and much more typical) for the gallery to be packed with boisterous, noisy crowds, it was nice for me to be able to have several coherent, unstrained conversations with small diverse groups, and there was a slow steady stream.  Anne Hughes’ installation was, once again, superb: it’s great to have such an accomplished mixed-media artist at the helm, particularly for a salon style show. There were interesting associations everywhere, and it flowed.



The gravity factor continues: class inquiries have been coming in and keeping me busy, and today there was another, kind-of surprising exhibition offer for some older work (which means I’ll have to dig into storage – I’m not even sure if I still own the piece). And, here is the slideshow of work featured in the current issue of Spirituality & Health.  Though I can’t write about it (yet), good things are happening for a good friend; the ongoing conversation we’ve had about it encourages me greatly, because it all furthers the kind of work and above all, an approach towards making artwork that I dearly want to see perpetuated, in excellent ways.


Though I haven’t quite given up art for chess (or dogs), pup-land is still taking a large chunk of present precedence for me. Chance is growing so very fast, becoming tall and coltish, poised to start losing his baby needle teeth. Though I’m utterly curious to see what kind of adult boy we’ll end up with in terms of size and dominant breed characteristics, I am so, so glad that I had this quiet month to savor the wee bit of baby-puppy-hood we got to have. Two days ago, he got his final vaccinations and a clean bill of health, so now he can go to school. We begin puppy class very soon, at a venerable, affordable training club fifteen minutes away that was highly recommended by Lupe’s class leader (who no longer holds classes nearby). It seems great, and they are very willing to accommodate a deaf human. Lupe is a great teacher / babysitter, and Chance learns fairly quickly at home, but in order to be a good urban beastie, he needs to learn along with dogs who aren’t in his pack.  So: on to the next phase, a new month, the next season.


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