…and on


Not much to say, still working on three upcoming shows, waiting for rains to subside (tomorrow) before being able to cut down crate materials, which must initially be done outdoors.  Thanks to the lovely Alicia Bailey for the fine postcard above, which lists both of the Denver shows, and here is a bit about the third, with kudos to the Morgan and Julie and Aimee and the Eastern Paper Studio.


This not-so-wee monster is adding a bit of adolescent angst to everything.  He’s starting to challenge the pack order: predictable, but not fun.  I’ve had to break up some semi-serious dog brawls, particularly when he tries to claim me and /or the space anywhere near me as his own. Not cool, kid. (But I do like that amazing tail.)


Off the Radar

…that’s where I’ve been. We’ve been dealing with some stress-producing, un-blog-able stuff here at home and that may continue, but hopefully not. We are consciously trying to keep the stress levels at minimum, either way. Things that did happen:


In the less-than-two weeks I’ve ignored the internet, the clematis has already grown almost to the top of the eight-foot trellis!


Chance graduated from pup class with some good scores: 19 of 20 points on one test and 98 of 100 on the other. The points that he missed were social ones: he still is threatened by many other dogs and by most humans not in his pack. We’re keeping up the daily training sessions, and ever-longer walks to expose him to more unexpected situations. I’ve never been around quite such a fearful dog and am at a bit of a loss, looking for help, going by instinct in the meantime. With us, he’s a sweetie. The training club does not hold classes again till fall, but there are six weeks of open, all-level, outdoor sessions we’ll attend, and we’ll bring Lupe too. She’ll like being included, and she may also have a positive influence on Chance.


Out in the world: here’s an image from the Mesa Museum exhibition, Boundless, and they also posted an album on their Facebook site. Looks like an interesting show. Crate-building materials (way more than I need, below, but there will be uses for the excess) have been delivered and / or ordered for me to pick up for one of the Denver shows, and invitations are in the mail for the other, and the U of C show has been extended for a month and may morph into a second exhibit as well (both of which can easily be done; I have not shown the altered books body of work for a long, long time). We also talked about adding possible second class at WSW, to address the waiting list. Unfortunately, that can’t happen this year due to schedule conflicts, but there were some fine future ideas tossed out, things I had already been thinking about anyways. Excellent.


The triwall board – ten sheets instead of the four I need – is 4 x 8 feet, so you can see how much bubble wrap that is! Nice to know I won’t run out.

Most of this US holiday weekend will be for chilling / de-stressing, probably a lot of it in the gardens; it’s needed.

Seeding, Proceeding

I built and we installed a trellis just in time. The clematis is growing amazingly fast, about four inches per day. It will easily top its new eight feet this summer and spill over, but now it won’t be blocking our path, it will be hanging down looking gloriously abundant.


It was a busy but easily paced week with friends visiting (Chance barked and barked at everyone, but chilled eventually), a garden plant-removal session (now I can begin this year’s changes), a lovely gift of cooked, unbeaten water hyacinth roots, more double-show (plus a bout of unexpected) gallery-related admin, health care visit (routine, all fine, and a bonus: I’m getting more time with a physical therapist by request), three days of no-car (repairs and new tires), daily dog training, a lot of other stuff, and finally: web site updates finished. (Even with software crashes and one odd, relatively unimportant glitch I could not resolve.) There’s more to add, but contingent things.

So, here is this web page and that web page and some new-on-the-site books.

Here’s some info about an upcoming show; it looks interesting.  In Cleveland at the Morganites show, there was an event that taught me a new word. Many thanks to the poet who shared what he wrote about one of my pieces with me, the result of his “immersing myself into my feelings about what it would be like to BE the piece.” – also thought-provoking.


Today I spent on yard admin, fencing still more (Chance eats things I want). It is truly spring, and waves of the scent of neighborhood lilacs swell and recede, the first movement of background music to the growing season.


a good pace / in a good place


Rains still come almost daily,

Both summer classes are full again; the space at the Morgan was only open for 24 hours. Thank you, everyone! (I like this couple o’ classes schedule, and am thinking I might try to stick to something similar from now on).

The next two shows are coming up fast; they are simultaneous, but in different close-together venues in the same city, each with very different, but efficient administrative procedures.  There’s been lots of keyboard-type prep (mostly done over the past few days, but a bit more to go), then materials-ordering and crate-building and a great deal of packing and shipping are awaiting me – plus another quick trip to Cleveland at the end of the Morgan show to retrieve some of those works to ship back out.

One of the Morganite works has sold, a piece that I’ve particularly liked for many years. Its finding a home continues a trend I like very, very much: a car repair estimate came in, and caused a momentary sinking feeling, then the very next e-mail I opened contained the news of the sale, telling me I had it covered (and then some). That’s happened a few times so far this year. It feels a bit like a reward to get to that point, however long it lasts.


but they don’t stay.  The prairie winds blow them out to Lake Michigan; the Windy City does its thing.

There’s something else I like very much about this year: the fact that the invitational shows are happening, and the work goes out, is seen, and has conversations with its viewers, but I don’t. Even though I’m toying with the idea of a quick trip for these (it’s not often – if ever – I’ve had simultaneous shows in another city), the opening reception schmooze has never, ever been a favorite activity of mine, even well before my deafness dived to its current level. It may go back to my grad student days, when I worked in the school’s galleries.  We’d get everything ready, grab some food and drink for ourselves, then throw open the doors to a packed hallway and ravenous hoards of art students would rush in, head straight for and denude the food tables like locusts, then leave. It got a little better during the years I ran departmental exhibitions, and/ or had to attend everything in order to keep my job, but receptions are never about the work. If it’s a ‘good opening’ you can’t even see it. If I’m seeing a friend’s show, or another artist or artists I admire, I prefer to go a few days later when I can actually spend time seeing, experiencing.  If it’s my own opening, well: I believe the work is (and should be) very much more interesting than I am (or want to be).  So, this year suits me; suits me fine.

Tomorrow, time off to build a trellis in the garden. That suits me, too. And:



Poised at the studio door…with dogs.


Blessed Beltane! Spring rains moved in rather beautifully last week and stayed: persistent enough to get a whole ton of indoor spring cleaning AND *studio setup* done (though – have I ever said this before? There’s more to do). Though it kept things too wet and muddy for the gardens, the rain itself has been intermittent enough for Lupe’s long walk and two extended training sessions / walks per day for Chance.


With the new collar, as much as I was trepidatious about it, Chance has progressed rapidly.  We go on longer walks, exposing him to more things.  The contact this collar gives me tells me much more about what he is responding (and wanting to react) to. (The trainer said, “Just like power steering, isn’t it?”)

He sometimes reminds me of a sight hound.  Many years ago, before I began to seek artists’ residencies, my dog Face and I would spend a month each summer having an odd sort-of paid residency of our own, living in a lovely north suburban home (with use of a beautifully-equipped basement wood shop) and taking care of three champion Scottish Deerhounds while the owners were out of the country. They were sweet, affable, and totally independent dogs. I fed them and walked them twice a day and that was pretty much it; though they all liked me, and would express that by jumping up to delicately put their feet on my shoulders whenever I saw them during the year, they had a big dog door leading to their nice fenced run, and though they liked being petted, really didn’t ask for that, or for any attention outside their routine.  Chance is much, much more interactive, needing / craving human company and direction, but still the things that excite and distract him most are things he sees: Squirrels!  Cars!  Discarded plastic grocery bags blowing in the wind! He wants to give chase.  But he’s realizing his job is to work in concert with me, follow my pace, sit when I stop, ignore what I tell him to ignore.

The spring cleaning, and his maturing, has allowed me to expand Chance’s access to new parts of the house; he now has an area outside my upstairs studio where he can hang out, watch me while I work, or go nap in his open crate.  Today was his first exposure to that, and: he is now tall enough to see himself in the mirror in that space.  He thought he saw one scary dog; it was hilarious!


When the rains subside this weekend: back to the garden work, alone and with a friend, and: the first outdoor fiber cook of the season!  (Hello, mulberry.  I’ve got plans for you).

Here’s a nice little blurb about the Morganites show, too, and as of yesterday, there was a cancellation: one space has opened up in my Morgan workshop: grab it quickly!