Saturday, October 07, 2006

A Birthday Shout-Out

Happiest B'day Ever to TonyP!

(No matter where we go, you're still the best looking guy in the room.)

Confessions Of A Natural Blonde

I've just spent several hours at the salon, having my color done.

I'm looking a little more up market than I did three hours ago, when my fading highlights and lowlights combined to create what I call "Walmart blonde".

So, I'm now at the point in my life where it takes three hours to get me to look natural.

But, I really am blonde.

Streaky blonde, that is. My hair has streaks of pale blonde, dark blonde, mousy brown and a fair amount of grey. (I've been going grey since I was 18, in fits and starts.)

The guy who does my hair is utterly amazing.

My mother was over one afternoon and I had told her that I hated to waste an entire day having my hair done.

She reached over and looked at my hair and said "I don't know why you'd want to colour your hair. It looks fine just natural. Like it is."

(If my colorist retires, I'm sunk.)


Thursday, October 05, 2006

Library Notes

When we built the house that we are in now, I figured that the mezzanine would make a fine library/office for myself.

I was working at a bookstore at the time so I ought to have realised that we would outgrow the bookshelves fairly quickly.

I didn't.

I wasn't really home enough to notice.

TonyP staked out his office space and, although I have kept a studio upstairs - in one form or another - the second floor of our home has pretty much been his.

Me? I've wandered around from place to place. Sometimes, working in the dining room, where I could spread work over every available surface. Sometimes, working on the floor of my studio.

More often than not, I have nested in the family room. Not that it has been particularly comfortable and we won't even get into the lighting issues. Or the ever-present television.

I've always had this fantasy office, in my head. What it looks like changes from time to time. Lately, I've been imagining an Early American Revival fruitwood desk and bookshelves, lots of brass, classical music and a beautiful view out of a huge window.

So, imagine my surprise when I wandered upstairs to the library and began dusting and shifting things about, only to discover......I've already got one just like that!

Imagine. Under all of that crap! Who knew there was a desk under there?



Tuesday, October 03, 2006

Something On Canvas

I haven't tried working in acrylics under this new schedule until today.

I managed to get most of a small 10"x10" painting of a waterlily finished today. I had planned on just getting a few stages of the project done today: scaling up my original drawing, editing & cropping, transferring to the canvas and - maybe - going over the charcoal lines with paint.

Well, the drawing and transfer thing went quickly - because I have already done two watercolour versions and my original drawing is pretty easy to reinterpret.

And, having transferred the drawing, I really needed to go over the lines with paint.

And, having dirtied a brush, water and having a quantity of my darkest value already drying out on my palette, I decided to go ahead and do the underpainting.

Well, that went pretty fast. So, I decided to lay in the greens....then the reds....the oranges....and the pinks.

That really doesn't leave much.

For all intents and purposes, it's done.

Of course, I ran way over the time alotted for studio work which threw off everything else.

I breathlessly crossed the 6:00pm finish line with three short reflections on Rumi, for class.

Now, I have to knock out an essay on the same thing by bed time.

It's not easy because the only text that we can use as a reference for this class is that Beat Poet, Free-Verse Essential Rumi thing-y.

But, what-the-hell.

I finished a canvas today!

(btw: if you are interested in reading my grad school blog, email me. I'm not sharing it with the general public.)