The basement redo has been in a temporary stall pattern but will pick back up tomorrow. My youngest son will get in on the act by painting the basement floor and my mother and I will make another big box store run. My father is kinda eager to reclaim his garage space for his man-cave activities but not half as eager as I am to reclaim my basement space for my woman-underground art making!
I backed myself into a corner meeting a deadline for today but with the cooperation of friends it will be met. Saving the information for what I hope to be a winter annoucement.
A gallery in Yellow Springs, Ohio will be hanging some of my pieces in October and Bev and I will be going up sometime that month to do a demonstrations (of something, I'm not sure what yet). Although, I came late to knowing who David Chappell was, maybe we'll bump into him while in Yellow Springs and we can have coffee and he'll purchase one of my pieces. Now wouldn't that be off the wall, on the hook, off the chain, over the speed bump, under the tree, fly the sky fantastic!
Three things made my day yesterday!!! E. called to say she had takent her last radiation treatment and together we shouted and went ahead and claimed the victory over cancer. This propelled me out of bed and I went out to mail the Iraqi Bundle of Love feeling good from my head to my toes. I was imagining what the impressions of an Iraqi woman would have to the fabric selections...where they hip enough, too dull, too bright...would she be an urban woman, rural woman, young, old, etc. I closed my day out with an email from the woman who will become my youngest son's piano teacher. He has expressed an interest so we're going to let him get on the bus and see how far he rides.
gelatin plate printing