Well, there it is, housed in a milk crate and gently leaning on the bookcases; the show I'm about to load into littlecar and hang at The Artery. It looks less impressive than it should, as most painting shows do, stacked up so neatly. I'm not running myself down! It's just kind of funny after hours and hours in the studio, painting, picture wiring, making up tags, that so much time can be condensed into a small space so easily, and just like that, the studio is empty again. Except for the 3 canvases I just primed. After I hang the show this afternoon and eat some tacos, it's time to get started on a few spring commissions and then get ready for the next show. It's steady work now until the autumn. I'm so grateful!
Somewhere -- amazingly! -- I've found the time to dust off the ol' watercolor sketchbook. I'm toying with the idea of starting up an Etsy shop this fall as a platform to sell watercolor paintings and ink drawings. Things I don't sell on a regular basis because they need to be framed in order to display them.
I finished this little sketch the other day of the pot of tulips I bought at the Farmer's Market last Saturday. They are fully open now. I want to draw just their blooms next, before they wither.
I'd been dreaming of a pulled pork sandwich and delicious garlic fries for days and days so last night I took myself on a date to Meat just off Whyte Ave. Delicious Bulwark Blush cider, tasty dinner and a quick sketch before it got to full to move or be able to tune out any conversations happening right next to me.
Now the puppies are having a post walk nap and it's time to go hang my show. So many things today. Couch time isn't one of them. We'll make up for it tomorrow.