For whatever reasons, this January I seem to be more involved with textiles than with painting. Wendy Vannoy, a naturopathic physician at A Woman’s Time contacted me while I was in Nevada, asking if I had some textile art that I could loan to the organization for a few months.
I have a lot of textiles in storage, so the only question was when. Wendy appeared this week, chose pieces that fit the space (and that she liked), and I sent her off with a large armload of medium and small pieces.
We decided on some groupings. Wendy’s favorite is Where I Live, a piece I did in 2002. It went well with with an earlier piece, Fan and Gingko (2000), as well as one from 2004, Lit from Within.
Wendy also picked some bright painted landscapes:
This one is smaller than any of those pictured above, which always makes me snort a bit. The smaller the piece, the better it looks on the web. The easier the small ones are to finish, the cheaper they are to manufacture (apologies for the crassness), and the less heartrending they are to throw out. And on the web, they appear much much more intricate. Life is full of ironies.
These last three were my first forays into desert landscapes, before I decided traditional painting might just be where I should direct my journey.
I got a phone call from someone today who had seen Golden Hills (which looks much better in real life than as photographed here) at A Woman’s Time. She wanted to know the price, which is $175. Clearly she had expected something like $35, but said she’d talk to her husband. My thoughts ran to plumbers’ $80 an hour fees or even handymen working on the side at $25 an hour and taking six hours to clean the gutters. Inside, I gave a great sigh. But then, it is January; sighs are to be expected. –June