Day: May 26, 2005

Art, Paintings

More Art Excavating

Shelly

Solar Wind
Solar Wind
oil and acrylic on board
42 x 18 inches

I had completely forgotten about this painting. I found it while I was rearranging furniture last weekend. It’d been stuffed behind my bed, for some reason. I did a whole series of these bright, stringy paintings. My mom has one that I need to get good photos of. Next time I’m there, I need to remember to do that.

I also need to get photos of the drippy painting my brother has. It’s a little like this one, only much, much nicer. It’s full of lovely blues and teals, with little bits of alizarin crimson. I think another one in that series went to a family friend, so I need to get photos of that one, too.

Maps 3
Maps III
oil on canvas
24 x 24 inches

Hmm. See, this is why I don’t try to sell my stuff. I feel like I’ve left a string of poor little orphans in my wake.

Pets, Photography

As Promised Yesterday…

Shelly

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Pandora (AKA Mistress Eeevil Kitty)

Pandora is in charge of making sure that my work table is kept clear and that all stray socks, wash cloths, and scraps of paper are deposited by the front door. She’s 16 this month and is still going strong. Every morning, I wake up to her running crazed laps up and down the hallway.

Pandora is the only cat I’ve known who is absolutely fearless. While I was moving the furniture around last weekend, the dogs both hid. Not Pandora! She was constantly underfoot, checking out what I was doing and looking to see if I’d unearthed anything Interesting. I’ve moved around a lot since I got her and have never seen her stressed about being in a new place. As soon as her carrier is opened, she’s out and exploring her new queendom. Every trip to the vet is a new adventure–she schmoozes with everyone and noses around, getting into everything she possibly can.

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The Studio

That’s Elliott in the last picture. He’s a mamma’s boy. Whenever I’m working, he sleeps under my feet. When I’m not working, he sleeps under my computer desk. The desk looks like a hunk of junk, but it’s an antique primitive piece. I should take better care of it than I do, but I don’t have the space to store furniture I’m not using. Plus, it’s the perfect size and height for what I need.

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And, because we haven’t had a landscape photo in awhile…