I took a life drawing class in Sacramento last weekend, and enjoyed the experience. I had not worked in charcoal in several years. It took a while to get back into it. There were two very experienced models. We started out with five minute poses, which we erased, then went on to twenty minute poses. These are all twenty minute poses.
So a friend of an acquaintance of mine, whom I met briefly once, called and wanted me to do a portrait of her granddaughter. I told her that I did commissions, but that I was not a “Portrait Artist” per se. She looked at my work and insisted I do it for her. When I told her my prices, there was a long pregnant pause. I told her it would be $50 less if she framed it, knowing all too well it would cost her considerably more if she were to have it framed at a frame shop. She sent me the photo, and asked that I take out the toy in the hand and add a beach with palm trees in the background. I personally thought it was overkill, and let her know in a subtle manner. I did as she asked, and spent about four days on the painting. I was charging $400 unframed and $450 unframed.
I am finally learning at this point in life, not to be as trusting as I have been all my life. I did not ask for a deposit. Shame on me! I trusted she would like the finished product.
Well, it did not turn out that way. She did not like it; never came to see it in person and was pretty rude in her interactions with me.
I think I am a little upset, as I spent longer on it than I normally do on a painting, and basically wasted three days of my life. But did I really waste my time, or was this a message I needed.
I texted her back saying this was not a photograph, but was represented an image of her granddaughter. She stated she would pay me nothing, and that part is rude, but not unexpected. I added that I learned a good lesson: Don’t do commissions for someone you do not know, and get part of the money upfront. I wasted time and nice linen canvas. The thing I really cannot believe is that she could not bother to even stop by and take a look. I think she just decided she did not want to spend the money.
A family member in the interim asked me to do a portrait of her daughter, and she loved it. She did not ask for a background, which is usually nominal in a child’s portrait, but gave a photo that showed the whole head, without a huge hat.
I still do not call myself a portrait artist, and will not step out and take a chance with a total stranger. The woman who did not accept the portrait of her granddaughter did not say thank you for your time or even offer to pay for the canvas or my time.
It is one thing to accept negative comments, but something entirely different to be treated so rudely. How do I know, maybe she is just not a happy person or I did not make her grandbaby a beauty contest winner??
You can be the judge of that! I think I will just draw a mustache on the painting and deliver it to it’s proper home: The trash!
When we were staying in Newport and having dinner, this fishing boat passed by the window. I liked the composition, but not the colors. I thought about it for a while and decided I would try to add a sunset behind the bridge. I painted this about a year ago, and still thought it looked a little dull.
The idea of painting something big and colorful without boundaries is exciting. It can look like whatever you want and/or how you feel that day! I must be feeling excited about life, as I think these two come out as vibrant and fun and happy!
Of course they are always for sale, as the creative process is what brings me joy!
Every time I go to San Francisco, I love to stop at Buena Vista and have an Irish Coffee. I have been doing this since before I was even 21. (Oh no). I only ate there once with my family when my sons were very young. I highly recommend the Irish Coffee, but not so much the food. (Although it may have improved in the last thirty years) The fries were good.
I recently went there with a group of fun women, where we laughed and loved our Irish Coffees. Can’t wait to go there again. It is always perfect, no matter what time of day! I loved the ambiance of the restaurant, even though the view was cut off by a tent outside because of Covet 19.
I painted this a couple of months ago and just kept looking at it, thinking it was just “too light” in color for a bar. I’m hoping to paint a few more bars in the future, as they just seem way too interesting to me.
All my artwork is for sale.
It was a last minute happening, so I have to take pieces that are already framed, as other than two inch canvases everything needs to be framed and ready for hanging. Fifteen pieces are now ready to go. In other galleries where I’ve shown my work and had my own show, you took your work in, hung it yourself and each one was labeled on the wall with information: Price, size, material & etc. At this one, there is a list to be made, someone else hangs your show and each piece has a rather complicated tag. It took all day to pull this together, and I still do not have a list of cards yet. Those need to each have a description, even though I put the name of the piece on every one.
It is about this point if you wonder if it is worth the work? Since I am new to the area, it will be interesting to see if anything sells?
This the largest piece I am showing at 36″ x 36″. It has been in my family room for the last year and I do like the piece, but needed a “Show-Stopper”. Hope it catches the attention of people coming into the gallery. It was painted after the fires in Vacaville and is called: “The Air is Clearing”. It is available for $2500.
Lagoon Valley was painted from a photo I took while walking around this lake. It is 24 x 18″ and is for sale for $750.00.
A River Runs Through is 12″ x 9″ and available for $450 at the gallery.
There are several other pieces.
Come visit the Fairfield Suisun City Visual Arts Association
1350 Travis Blvd, Fairfield, CA 94533
Forty people eating and talking around picnic tables under the walnut trees in a family orchard. The aunts named Gertrude, Elsie and Helen, the uncles Chet, Ralph and Jim, and all the rest of the family bringing together food and laughter. No liquor needed to added to have a great time in the 1950’s. I still remember great music, fun games and running free on the farm when everyone decided it was time for a Sunday picnic. There was no drama and no one really expected much from the other people there. The host provided a house and everyone else brought the food and merriment.
For some reason family get-togethers are no longer a picnic. Families live all over the world and when they come together or try to come together there are underground stresses and tension is in the air. Maybe it was better that no one was allowed to use the house, outhouses were common and you drank water out of the hose when you got thirsty. The host or hostess was not expected to provide everything and if there was anything to alcoholic to drink it was cheap beer, not the $10 for six you have to buy now or fresh made lemonade.
It was post-war and everyone was just happy to be alive. Bring that forward some fifty years and it is a different world. There not lots of aunts and uncles around, there are combined families that really don’t know each other and don’t seem to want to try to know each other. Everyone has their own agenda. They arrive at the host house with nothing in hand, as they are family and you as patriarch should take care of everyone, even if they are grown adults.
This summer has been interesting. I have my six year-old granddaughter for the summer, which is lovely, but a little tiring at my age. Thank Heavens for Summer Camp, where she goes weekdays and has a wonderful time.
My three sons and one wife came to visit the same weekend for the first time in many years and it was great to catch up. We went to bed early and they spent the night by our new beach side fire pit. I discovered in the morning, that our fire pit can get too hot and melted the boards directly under it, so I placed concrete pavers to alleviate the problem and cleaned up the mess left behind.
The next weekend, my husband’s two sons, one wife, his daughter and husband with two daughters arrived. Once again, we did a big barbecue and provided lots beer and wine. The girls and my husband and I retired early while the group stayed up most the night around the fire pit. Once again in the morning, I cleaned up the mess discovering a few more burn marks and said nothing to any of the group.
I am discovering at a rather old age that family get-togethers do not often go as well as one might think. It certainly is not the 1950’s, when even adult children respected their parents. They seem to think house rules are not meant for family members, and a couple think the house belongs to them too, even though none of them were raised in this house that I designed and built while single after my own sons had lives of their own.
It is a concept I am having a hard time wrapping my head around. And now at the age of almost sixty-eight I have been called a “Fucking Bitch” for the first time in my life because I would ask you take you shoes off in the house, please don’t take good crystal to the beach, please only eat in the kitchen, dining room or outdoors and dogs are okay to sleep above in my studio, but not on our new carpet. My sons have no problem with this; and I guess the bonus is, I can take one thing off my Bucket List, being called a Fucking Bitch before I die. Got to find humor in life.
It is so easy to write a quick email when you are angry and send it. Phone calls may actually give the party on the receiving end a chance to explain themselves before they are crucified via email. There is no turning back with email. Press that send button and it is history. Letter writing and thank you notes are virtually a thing of the past. Social Media rules the day, and I am not sure it is such a good think.
Recently I blocked a couple family members that told me how much, not just that they hated me, but how much they hated me, and they wonder why I blocked them on FB. Really, do I need to share what makes me happy with someone that dislikes me that much. I don’t think so. It is an interesting place to be in our culture, as never before could hate be so easily shared. I am not sure blogging is the best venue either and maybe just writing in a journal and keeping it to yourself is better. There are consequences for everything we do, but what is funny is that there are consequences for what we don’t do and people think we did.
Today I was reading about a young couple that had lost two babies before finally being blessed with two beautiful boys. They write a blog about the experience at age 26 that tells of their trials and now how it is to raise their two young sons. I think it is fabulous that they now have a family they can enjoy and was totally intrigued that they could support their family in a very nice manner by writing a blog.
It started me thinking. By the age of (in my case – 67) 65, if you have had an interesting life at all, you have had lots of ups and downs, happinesses and sadness, challenges with defeats and hopefully more challenges with successes. There is a growing population of maturing adults as medicine improves and we get to enjoy aging in a much healthier manner.
Why not write a blog about aging in our society? There are so many stories out there that are captivating about interesting successes of the maturing adult. Many entrepreneurial magazines tell of the successful careers of self-starters that did not begin at a young age. There are so many benefits of being a little older, I thought maybe it might be a fascinating venue to explore.
I will call it “STEEL” as so many of us mature folks have a little steel in our hair coloring, steel in our backbone and a few have a little steel in one or more of our limbs. Steel will talk about daily adventures, senior discounts, commentary of being older in a young world, fun ideas for retiring, life stories we have lived through and hopefully make a difference to those of us that are “seniors” or will be soon.
For the last about 15 years I have been enjoying the creative pastime of painting and drawing. Over the years I have sold many pieces and with the exception of a doctor’s office, where I helped install the work I seldom get to see it in it’s new environment.
The second photo is of a piece I sold at Interiors of Edmonds and the new owner was kind enough to share a photo of it hanging in her lovely home. All artists should be so lucky to see where their work finds a home.
Thank you for sharing.
Jabba the Hutt had a lot to say in Star Wars and beyond. The name is often used as a satirical literary device and a political caricature to underscore negative qualities. Jabba is depicted as a large, slug-like alien, that is a cross between a toad and the Cheshire Cat exemplifying lust, greed and gluttony. Known throughout the Star Wars universe as the “vile gangster”, amusing himself by torturing and humiliating his subjects and enemies.
The physical appearance of Jabba reinforces the personality of a criminal deviant winning the award for “The Most Disgusting Alien”. The body is a Miasmic mass with the lardaceous body periodically releasing a greasy discharge, sending fresh waves of rotten stench into the air. Jabba’s appetitive is insatiable and often authors portray him/her treating to eat subordinates.
Jabba the Hutt is an icon in American popular culture becoming synonymous in American Mass Media with repulsive obesity. The name is utilized as a literary device – either as a simile or metaphor – to illustrate character flaws.
In other words, Jabba the Hutt has come to represent greed and anarchy, especially in the business world. Jabba ranked #4 on the Forbes Fictional 15 list of the wealthiest fictional characters in 2008. Not sure where it is ranked now? Probably grew in wealth as growing in girth.
Let’s see if by some his/her ( gender is never implicated ) quotes if you can figure it out what Jabba represents in current culture?
“You weak minded fool.”
“He is my kind of scum, fearless and inventive.”
“They will suffer for this outrage.”
“Have you now, ha ha.”
“Your mind powers will NOT work on me.”
“Let them marvel at our splendor.”
“There will be no bargain, I will enjoy watching you….(die or whatever bad)”
And my favorite:
“You will soon learn to appreciate me. ”
Jabba went on to point out: “Here, like everywhere else, laughing and singing, dancing and dreaming are not exactly the whole of reality; and for one ray of sun, shining on the hut, the rest of the village remains in the dark.”
Why write about Jabba the Hutt?
How many of you have dealt with someone with even one of these qualities in business? When reading about Jabba, is there a character that comes to mind in your life? Someone that befriends you, only to use you to their advantage and if you do not do exactly as they want you to do it, even if they are wrong or slightly corrupt, you are chastised and attempted to be made to feel like the low life they actually are.
As I grow older in our culture, it has become highly apparent to me, that people will lie under oath, tell you what they think you want to hear and basically do anything to get ahead and win whatever is important to them. You are of use, but not of importance to people like this.
In my way of thinking that is not a good way to go through life. If you see that happening in your life, get out of the way and let Jabba roll right on by you.