I’ve been asked to do a post for the Henri Art Magazine (blog) on my studio practices (not due for a month or two).
I’m not sure I’m up to the standards of the site, but I’m suddenly very aware of my studio and environs. This is a bit strange, since most of my current waking hours have been spent either in Cathedral Park or imagining Cathedral Park as I re-work the paintings in the studio. But there are a few non-St. Johns Bridge things happening in the local studio space too.
First, the magnolia tree is putting out its lemony smelling blossoms:
I always think that these magnificent flowers are our reward for picking up all the leaves that the tree drops (which basically is all its thousands of leaves) in May, June, and July. The magnolia pokes up a few buds in July, but by August, it has decided to grace our presence with one after another of its plate-sized flowers. They come on somewhat slowly, so we get to savor each of them, one after another.
And, with the punched-out addition for the bathroom being sided and painted and a new fence erected, Jer cleaned up the area behind the studio. When I opened the back door, I found a whole new little outdoor room.
I instantly loved the curve of the three trunks of the vine maple and the simplicity of the scene. This is in great contrast to the muckled scene inside the studio, where the working space is, well, working.
I now keep the door open all the time. It soon became clear, though, that while I could do this in August, in June, the mosquitoes who love that damp space will eat me alive. So Neighbor Jim built me a stout screen door with a removable upper screen. This means that in August I can see the view unimpeded, and in June, I can keep the mosquitoes out and still have the door open. I will have some photos of that door next time. It’s quite spiffy.
I am also getting a computer upgrade soon, because my CPU has been acting erratically and making ominous clicking sounds. This is not just exciting, but should save our marriage; Jer is not fond of my acting-out when my computer acts up. “Call Steve,” he orders — this from a man who is willing to drive me to Cathedral Park (10 miles through the city) on an all too regular basis to do a painting that I decided had to be done. He seldom issues orders.
I called Steve.
He called back Tuesday evening and set up an appointment for Thursday. I’m getting a new bigger hard drive and more RAM. Hopefully, the current drive won’t die before Steve gets here. –June