It was a wild and stormy night…. Oola, stop that! It was another pleasant summer day and we piled into Mom’s Memorial Prius for the trip up to Petaluma, land of potash and chickens. Petaluma potash. Actually it’s not that way anymore. These are just empty words bumping around in Oola’s head. A quick search… Continue reading SF Bay area Digital Art show in Petaluma Art Center
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Trip to Point Reyes Station
No rain to drip from the deep ferns, but the ride through the slanted light in the redwoods gave Oola and me the requisite amount of awe to create a great day. Also inspiring were the lycra encased muscles of the many manly bike riders on hills of Lucas Valley and Nicasio Valley roads. They… Continue reading Trip to Point Reyes Station
Trip to Berkeley, more Artists’ Studios
It occurs to me that I have not given a good idea of how many artist studios there are in this area. Places where artist retreat to work on their ideas. There are LOTS. Just within 6 square blocks of my studio there are 6 buildings full of studio spaces. About 10 years ago we… Continue reading Trip to Berkeley, more Artists’ Studios
New Mexico
Hi folks Oola, Mom’s Memorial Chihuahua, and I are on our way to New Mexico to see an artist/friend of mine and maybe revisit Chaco Canyon if flash floods don’t bar the way. It is time to get some horizons into my eyes after an intense semester of staring into a light bulb (read: computer… Continue reading New Mexico
Why do you do it?
Once when in grad school I was overcome with anxiety and feelings of guilt at the thought that I was leading a hedonistic life as an artist. What right, I thought, do I have to be here in my studio making useless drawings when there is so much wrong to be righted in the world?…. … Continue reading Why do you do it?
View from my window
Here are views taken from the window of a-room-of-one’s-own at BMC. Feeling real grateful here, folks.
The end of waiting
More waiting, but at least the Albany terminal has WiFi as a matter of hospitality. It’s muggy-warm, unlike the San Francisco rain that I dressed for. My body is screaming for sleep, but my brain is too excited. Soon enough Nick arrives in his pickup and we are on our way north, both reliving our… Continue reading The end of waiting
Waiting
Security at SFO was mostly painless. But since I so seldom fly, I have only read about the drill and thus feel a little rushed. 3-1-1….I am beginning to feel that the two carry-ons that I planned and agonized over to the last square centimeter, those two carry-ons are too much… Waiting, waiting, yes but… Continue reading Waiting
Off to Blue
Grades in, and we’re off on another adventure. Oola and I are going to an artist’s retreat in beautiful Blue Mountain Center in the Adirondacks. Here you see us packing. Oola didn’t really like being stuffed into the camera bag. But I needed to soften potential blows, and Oola was the one. She is still… Continue reading Off to Blue
Dove Studio 