“My foregrounds are imaginary, my backgrounds real.” -Gustave Flaubert
The painting above was just not working for me. It was too stark and didn’t tell the story I wanted told. My goal in my painting is to hint at a story in an abstract way and I am constantly trying to resolve the inclination to add too much detail. So out came the paints and I created an entirely new background. If you look closely you can see that I’ve penciled in a woman and her dog – in a completely new way. Working in acrylics allows for ‘do-overs’ – thankfully.
On Monday I met with the gallery owner of High Country Art & Antique Art Gallery in Blue Ridge Ga. I took in eight paintings and out of the eight, she took seven. It’s a great gallery and I’ve had my heart set on having my work there since I first walked in a couple of years ago. The gallery owner is fabulous and the gallery has been opened in that location since 1997. Blue Ridge is a great mountain community – very walkable downtown with neat stores, galleries and restaurants. And on Saturday, I deliver my painting ‘Girl In A Yellow Dress’ to the Blue Ridge Arts Guild for their Southern Appalachian Artist Guild Annual National Juried Show (October 19-November 8).
We’ve also been doing a lot around the house and yard. Bob’s almost finished with the first half of the raised bed gardens. This year we are working only half the space. We want to get a feel of what works, what we want more of – or less of, before making the full commitment. We still have to add hardware cloth to the bottom of the beds (moles & voles) and add the dirt. Irrigation is in place; we just need to bring it to the beds. Bob still has to make the garden gates as well. He wants them to be ‘works of art.’ I can’t wait to see what he comes up with!
Here’s a few photos from last weekend:
Tomorrow is my mid-term for my Master Gardener class. Lots of info being crammed into this old brain. The instructors keep telling us not to stress. I can’t even remember the last time I had to take a test. I am stressed! I’ve loved plants since I was a little girl helping my mom with her flowers. But a test? YIKES!
“The brain appears to possess a special area we might call poetic memory and which records everything that charms or touches us, that makes our lives beautiful.” -Milan Kundera