Tuesday, January 19, 2010
6 X 6-ish oil on masonite SOLD
The Carol Marine Workshop was everything
I'd hoped for and more. Her class was focused,
informative, enlightening and gave me so many new
tools for my work. Plus watching her work was a
class in itself. What a masterful teacher! What a fantastic
experience! I learned so much and met such a wonderful
group of new Artist Friends. It was an unforgettable time.
So, you may be wondering why I'm posting an older painting.
Well...I couldn't wait to get back and start practicing what I'd
learned. Now here's the weird part. All of my supplies
were in a bright orange Home Depot tote. You've seen them.
They are pretty large. Unmistakable.
I can't find it.
I know what you're saying; "Did you leave it there?" "Did you
leave it in the car"? "Are you sure you brought it back"? YES!
I DID! My sister even put it in the house for me. I was too tired
that night after driving home(ok, she actually did the driving)
from (almost)Austin to Dallas in the dark, in the rain, so I left
it in the living room overnight.
The next morning I was still too tired to clean up everything
so did the "out of sight out of mind" trick and took it all outside
to my studio. A few more days of distraction went by and today
when I looked for it...nada, zip, nowhere. I've looked in every
space it could possibly fit in. Even the oven and the shower!
(Stop it...I do weird things when I'm tired.) It could be
anywhere. But not really, because I've looked
Here is the only logical explanation I can
come with: Quantum Physics. It's Schrodinger's Cat theory all
over again. My brushes and paints are in some quirky
superposition and I'm probably walking right through them
every time I go to the bathroom. They are crying "Here we are!"
but I can't see them just like those Indians who couldn't see the
ships on the horizon. (Watch "What The Bleep Do We Know?" if
you don't know what the heck I'm talking about.)
I can't paint until I find it! I have about $200 worth of brushes,
medium, turp and my notes in that bag. If anyone from the class
walks through their living room and stumbles over a Home Depot
bag with unidentifiable supplies...They are MINE. Tell those particles
to superposition their little ferrels right on back here where they belong.
And boy-o-boy, are they ever in trouble when they get back!
Until then, I hope you will enjoy some of my older paintings.
Excuse me now while I go scream as loud as I can.
Have A Great Day! (she said, smiling tight lipped through gritted teeth)
Posted by Gwen Bell at 7:37 PM