I actually put some effort into the framing this week; what in the world got into me! I got the four pieces that needed the finicky gold fillet on the mats done; the mirror that didn’t quite fit the frame (with the help of a razor blade, it did); the little poster; the re-do that had a gold fleck in it; and then, as usual, H (my worker and wood man), came through with great results and got the maple frames done for JJ (think johns and famous) and the other person getting maple, and the floater frames and the ones I worked on. Plus whatever else we did.
And we gabbed with the artists who come in; we talked politics and listened to the republican senator from Oklahoma on c-span put down global warming (bah humbug to him). We had a typical work week; never got the trash to the transfer station; the UPS fellow came late and talked long–(but we still miss Joe!); and we tried to decipher exactly how David Hockney painted these: landscapes that are where H wants to go with his paintings; me, I am headed backward in mine to the end of the 19th century!
Here is one of my paintings; of the lake behind my home; far enough away so that I can’t see it, but occasionally I see the mist rising from it.
H patiently listened to me gab about sheep, wool, and Rhinebeck; I really tried to understand what he and David Hockney are trying to do with color, I really did.