In six days time I get on a plane and head over east a few provinces and into Toronto. My visit is overdue. It's been over a year since I was there last. I'm excited and nervous and tired and ready to go. It'll be the first stint away from Coltrane (who is now just over 4 months old and in her not-so-terrible-twos) and right smack dab in the middle of another busy month prepping for markets and finishing up some commissions. What a year this has been! It's flown and shows no signs of slowing down.
This piece is from a trip me and the BD and our friend's Mark and Jordan took one snowy Saturday afternoon in February to Nanton. We explored a good number of the antique shops there and poked around the cold, deserted streets a bit. I came across this amusing scene as we headed off to yet another antique store (we must have visited at least 6 and didn't even see them all!). It's a yard with a collection of claw bathtubs and wooden barrels. I didn't go past it in the summer, so I'm not sure if the tubs are used as planters or what the deal is with them, but there they are, under the big skies of southern alberta, catching rain, catching snow and weathering with time like the rest of us. Too funny. If you know anything about them; why they are there or whose yard this is, let me know. It would be neat to hear the back story on this odd assortment, if there is one.
We've come full circle and it's another quiet Friday night here in the studious little flat. It's dark so quick now. I feel like I'm being so diligent and working late into the night....but it's only twenty minutes to seven, so forget that I guess. I best get on cutting the swirls from the mustard yellow tissue for the 2 autumn tree paintings I'm working on, among other things. Tomorrow night I paint live at the 6th Annual Edmonton Timeraiser from 7-9pm. Good times accumulating volunteer hours for worthy causes.
Happy Friday. Behave yourselves.