Up and At ‘Em
I was up late last night making meatballs for my daughter, dropping my dogs off at the pet sitter, and painting a 30×30 sunflower for my solo show in downtown Orlando this month. The work needs to deliver at 9am the morning after I return from this trip at 11pm.
Ok, yeah, so I’m scrambling.
I woke up this morning at 4:30am thinking about my 8:15am flight and the fact that I needed to finish the edges of my sunflower because ultimately I threw in the towel on painting at 1:00am.
And I can’t figure out why I have perpetual dark circles under my eyes….
I decided to finish off the edges with black gesso, I like gesso for it’s opaque coverage and matte finish. I padded out to the garage in my bare feet and my night gown at 4:39 am. I proceeded to pull the lid off a brand new gallon of gesso. That mastered, I fished a 3-inch Princeton Catalyst paint brush out of the deep sink. At this point I hadn’t even put a brush to my teeth.
When I tell you that I have paint, or glue, on every article of clothing that I own… I really mean it. Good thing that night gown is dark blue.
After coating the edges of this extra deep 30×30 boxed wood panel, I returned to the house to shower, and brush my teeth.
These early morning flights are killer sometimes when I actually back it up in my head to allow for travel time to the airport, traffic, and arriving an hour and a half before the flight time. “I need to remember to book later flights” I told myself as I practiced the balancing act of shaving my legs in the stand up shower of my new place.
My teenage son is happy to drive me to the airport and back these days because I pay him. He threw my luggage in the trunk of his Honda Civic with ease, I thought about all the pushing and struggling and sometimes swearing I do when attempting to hoist a 50 lb. overstuffed suitcase into my hatchback. Oh how he loves to tell me how impractical my car is, but then he asks for the keys…
“That trunk is so big! You could put a body in there. “ I said. “Well, that’s an interesting standard of measure Mom, but yeah, its much bigger than YOUR car, for sure.” was his reply. This is the same kid that referred to me as “quirky” is his Mother’s Day card.
Regardless, his quirky sentiment still made me cry. Despite the fact that I remember the middle school years (like yesterday) when he wanted to ensure that I was not going to embarrass him in front of his friends “Mom, stop talking, Mom, Mom, Mom, just STOP TALKING.”
Can I just tell you that I was probably the LEAST embarrassing Mom out there….
but it doesn’t matter, does it?
Catching some Zs
Up at 4:30 meant that I was pretty darn tired by the 8:15 flight time of this Delta flight to Detroit. Despite my Grande soy latté from my Happy Place, I was down for the count from the minute we took off. I was sleeping so hard that I think I may have actually put my head on the shoulder of the guy sitting next to me. I my defense his shoulder was half way into my seat (and I was not drooling). But, he didn’t seem to mind.
Sorry seat mate.
On a trip back to the rest room, I made note of a couple of tourists who actually were leaning on each others shoulders, sleeping. His was a panda neck pillow pet and hers looked to be a fox. I was so tempted to snap a photo of them with their pillow pets.
Another woman one row from the back was sporting actual moccasins. When was the last time you saw anyone in honest to goodness fringed, tan suede moccasins?
People are fun.
A layover in Detroit, ultimately gave way to landing in Saginaw, then driving three hours to the small town of Alpena. That drive was lots and lots of nothing but trees for visual stimulation, not much else.
When I finally arrived, I stopped at Walmart to pick up some snacks for the room and a set of workout clothes that I realized I had forgotten. I had a lot of time to think on that drive. I make it a point to try to work out, walk, swim, or run on every trip I take in order to maintain some of my fitness routine on the road.
I remember my sneakers, my water bottle, my hat, and my Spybelt… but I forgot the shorts and top. You would think that I’d have this traveling stuff down pat at this point…
Always an adventure. Never a dull moment.
Art In The Loft
The gallery and classroom space is on the top floor of what used to be a Montgomery Ward department store. The wood floors are old and wonderfully creaky. The windows are huge and overlook the sleepy little town below. Brooke, my contact here, told me that in the summer season this town is brimming with tourists who enjoy hiking, biking, kayaking, and all things outdoors. I asked “What’s it like in the winter?” and Brooke looked at me with a very serious face. “You don’t want to be anywhere near this place in the winter.” she replied. “The snow is never ending and the temperatures stay below zero for long periods of time….” her voice trailed off as she looked out the window toward the lake.
I went to Syracuse University people, I have no desire to experience lake effect snow and sub zero temperatures, ever again.
Tomorrow morning starts day one of our three-day class, I can’t wait! Brooke is promising a light breakfast for the students right in the classroom space. I’m looking forward to being flooded with natural light from all those old windows.
Stay tuned for photos and stories from our Paper Paintings Workshop at Art in The Loft this weekend!
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