Upcoming: Trees!
Cedar Lee May 11th, 2009
I’m staring at a beautiful blank 40″ x 30″ canvas, the white space rife with possibility. I know what I’m going to paint on it, but I’m still working out the logistics of the design before I begin. For now I’ll just say it’s going to be the newest addition to my “Looking Up” tree series!
The latest batch of sunflower paintings has been successfully shipped to the gallery in NC. The gallery owner loves them, which makes me happy. She’s sending me a copy of this year’s Waynesville Gallery Association brochure with my sunflower art on the cover, which is to be distributed all over Western North Carolina!
If someone’s going to sell your work for you, first they have to be a fan of it themselves–it’s such an obvious fact, but I remember a time not too long ago when I was so eager to show in any gallery, under any circumstances, that I didn’t even think about that part.
Now that I’ve developed long-term relationships with several galleries, I realize how lucky I am to work with people who relate to me well on a professional as well as a personal level, and believe in me and my work. The painting I’m about to start is probably going to one of my Maryland galleries when it’s done–more on that later!
My puppy Blake was neutered on Friday. For months we’ve known with dread that it was coming, and we couldn’t bear to say the word “neuter” in front of him, so we started calling it “his noodles appointment” and it stuck. We’d say, “Do you think when Blake gets his noodles he’ll stop digging under the fence?” or “Oh Blake, I’m really sorry you have to get your noodles, my sweet little guy.” or in angrier moments, “Blake, you little @*#$!^, you ate my favorite shoes!!! Boy do I have some noodles for you.”
Blake is now in recovery from his noodles and is doing well. He has to wear the ridiculous Elizabethan collar, aka lampshade, to keep him from messing with his incision while it heals. For the first day his eyes were so sad and he walked around with his head down, clumsily bumping his lampshade into things, and it compounded my already terrible guilt at what we’ve done to him. But now he’s gotten used to wearing it and is acting like his normal self, so it’s not too bad.
I hope everyone had a great Mothers’ Day weekend! This was the first Mothers’ Day when I could vaguely claim credit for being a mother. I wasn’t sure if mothers-to-be count or not, but then I remembered the 3 months of nausea, vomiting and fatigue, my carefully orchestrated new diet, and the hours of baby-related research I now do every day, and decided that it totally counts.
