Saturday, January 28, 2012
Friday, January 27, 2012
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Today was another persevere word. The morning walk is quite slowed down and difficult, little, mincing, careful steps, not my style. It’s not exercise, it’s not a stretch and my muscles are sore from tight rope walking for miles because we are too stubborn to turn around or not to go. The dogs are wild show offs. They bound around, run ahead, slipping, sliding and all tumbled up, happy as anything, falling all over the icy place. Nowadays I only like to fall gently onto soft things, like down comforters and pillows. And I can see that the day will come when even that will be dangerous. We try to make good choices, but there is much that we don't get to choose, it just is, for the moment and then it is the next thing. Happy dogs, smart pups.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Saturday, January 21, 2012
The Hobby Horse has great form. Whoever made him had a great eye or a really good pattern as well as good woodworking skills and practices. The Hobby Horse has also been, well mauled. Someone cut off his mane and his ears. He's lost a stirrup and half his tail is missing. Plus he's quite tarnished and he has various nails driven into him in odd places. As I have been working on this section or that I have thought about who might have made him, when and why. And I have thought about a child altering him. The complex emotions someone goes through when they realize, 'Oops. I can't undo making Barbie bald'.
Last night I sanded the bottom rail where the horse has wood burned initials. Lo and behold, sanding revealed Mr Hobby Horse is dated. 11/18/1979. Day he was finished, day he was given to someone, someone's birthday?
It's not clear to me yet what story my initials on Mr Hobby Horse will tell, maybe still maiming but with the skills to put Barbie's hair back on. Wonderful.
Friday, January 20, 2012
Both my camera and my phone constantly give me a screen that says "Please Wait". Those were the words in my head when I came back from the walk this morning and I was adding antlers on the Hobby Horse.
Every morning, every single morning except for today, I wait for Jen to drive away first. This morning the walk ended early as the road had the surface of a bottle and I kept falling even with ice grippers on. When we got back to our cars Jen realized she had dropped her glove. I waited, she picked it up and headed for her car. We had parked just off 100 at the beginning of the Dam Road instead of driving all the way in, I hollered good bye, turned around and drove away as Jen was getting into her car.
Hardly does Jen call me at work but she did and yes, I should have waited. Jen had gotten stuck and after much ado, wound up using her windshield scrapper to mar the road to get enough traction to move the car. And yes from now on, I will wait.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
|He likes to eat browse|
|and he has apples on the brain.|
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Monday, January 16, 2012
Friday, January 13, 2012
There was a mean wind kicking up outside this afternoon when Lenny Chapman, Renee Galle and I headed out to install new paintings around the Village. This painting is by Sue Spengler and it is on the east side of the Cady and Dugan building on South Main St. It's a great painting and a great kindness on everyone's part to lend their hands and their skills to care for our Village in its time of need. Thank you artists, Joan Lovel, Jim McGrath, Sue Spengler and Renee Galle. And Lenny Chapman, helping every step of the way!
Thursday, January 12, 2012
|Window at Manyu's, dressed by Renee Galle|
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
|"Calais Field", Joy Huckins, oil, 24"x 30"|
Worry is one of those words with multiple meanings implying both positive and negative characteristics. Dogs worry bones and people worry rugs. Some painters worry canvas. Artist Joy Huckins worries about the texture of light. Layer upon layer of paint reveals the spectrum of colors invovled in sunlight brushing a tree. Reds, yellows, blues, greens sit upon one another until we can’t tell them apart and yet somehow one sees the green trees brushed with the late afternoon purple light. And the worry of the paint has become pure beauty. New Joy Huckins paintings came in today!
Monday, January 9, 2012
Friday, January 6, 2012
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Sure enough I immediately found a salvaged disc with the exact number of images on it that I need.
It is very easy to find worry these days, half a Village, no snow and an ongoing uneasy national economy. These little random kindnesses like finding the right documentation when I need it, I am betting on it.
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
|Sedate with Ernie|
This is my new chair. Ernie has been breaking it in almost nonstop since I brought the chair in the house yesterday afternoon. The chair’s sedate life is about to come to an abrupt end. For almost a year it’s been in the back of my mind that I wanted to do something to/with chairs. I have a wood burning tool kit, jewelry saws with sharp thin blades, paint, inks, nails, birch bark, who knows where this will go. For now, the chair is going to have to trust the processor.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
|Early morning, looking for sunrise through the trees.|