I went to a barn sale yesterday and picked up these industrial pieces. Someday they will figure in a still life composition. At least that is my intention. My husband, who is understandably alarmed at the bizarre colony of 'still life' items swelling the seams of our home, has a hard and fast rule: Nothing else comes into the house unless something else goes out. But really, what doesn't qualify as a potential still life character? I've used wooden block and tackles, railroad oil cans, vintage windup toys, dessicated Japanese umbrellas, and pharmaceutical posters. This may explain his fondness for my food still lifes. At least he can eat those.
I am supposed to be weeding out paintings for the April Food, Glorious Food show. Like so many of my diets, this one has gone in the wrong direction. I need less paintings, and yet here comes another, "My Darling Clementine". Someone should lock me in the basement.
It's official! I'm having a Solo Show at the Art League Gallery in April. Alas, it seems I've painted too many pieces to show. Now, I have to eliminate some of my favorites. Sounds suspiciously like dieting to me.
I haven't posted on this blog in nearly a month. In trying to link the blog to Facebook, it became corrupted, repeating ad infinitum all the posts. It was like the man who learned how to spell banana but didn't know when to stop. The above piece, If the World were Square, no longer exists. It wasn't working and was 'whited out'.