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Herding (NOT Hoarding)cats

As I have told you year after year, time after time…..St. Patrick’s Day is my birthday. And what I have told you, only slightly as often, it’s also St. Gertrude of Nivelle’s Day. She’s the patron saint of cats….I found that this last tradition is only from the1980’s. I’m disappointed, that it’s not ancient lore of some kind.

Anyway, in the spirt of having fun with art…..here’s a drawing of St. Gertrude herding (not hoarding) cats. Thanks to my friend Aaron for that great metaphor.

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Now is the time to tell you this is the last post of this blog. I’ve run out of ideas, and I’m beginning to repeat myself. It’s also time to pay the renewal fee for the year. So, I’m letting it go.

i’m not disappearing though. I will be starting a video blog, entitled, what else? Roxanne Baldwin’s Artsy Vlog. I will have it on YouTube, and a link on my Facebook page.

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCF1f2V8kSkazLArDNPCDNPQ

https://www.facebook.com/RoxanneBaldwinsArtsyPage

And finally….A goodbye with what else?

Cats.

It’S eCLECTIC!

Can’t get rid of this damn chair, can I?

Did I tell you about my first day as a DJ assistant? I got the name of “The Electric Slide”, wrong, and shouted out, “It’s Eclectic!”.

No, that’s not true. Makes for a good story, though,

I do have a true story about the word eclectic, though.

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Back, (way, way back), I lived and worked in Greenwich, Connecticut. I worked in a small discount department store, where the close knit employees all felt like family.

The owner of the store was like a second father to me. One day he asked me about my taste in music. I said something like, ‘My taste in music is eclectic”. The boss looked at me, and said, “Don’t use that word here”.

I didn’t understand what he meant…..could there be an obscene, second meaning to eclectic that I didn’t know? I was really puzzled and upset.

Finally, I got it. My poor SAT mind was oriented to using big words. Then I realized not everyone has that broad a vocabulary. Some people wouldn’t understand, and the rest would think I sounded like a snob.

In short, don’t use a $20 word, when a $5 word will do just fine.

Cloud Over Greenwich.

OH NO!

I’m at it again.

Cat Pictures. I realize, at least for now, drawing small cat pictures is the most soothing thing for me. Sounds odd, I know, but it works, and it’s a lot cheaper than a vacation in Bermuda. I don’t know, can you even go to Bermuda under the current restrictions? I get so confused.

Of course, most of my drawings are of Pumpkin. I’ve lost most of my other cat references when I moved.

Sometimes, I think I could do little cat pictures for the rest of my life. Of course, I will really get awfully bored. But for a time of healing, it works.

#selfquaratine

Good afternoon all!  It was a good afternoon, until I coughing.  So, hoping for the best,

In the meantime, I haven’t heard of a virtual contagion of coronavirus, so anyone reading this blog is safe.

But cat lovers rejoice!  Let me remind you that for us, it’s St. Gertrude of Nivelles Day, the Patron Saint of Cats.  Yes, we don’t have to eat corned beef and cabbage, if we don’t want to.  We don’t have to care about snakes, when we have these delightful, purring creatures to celebrate.

So, without further commercial interruption: Cats!

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Meow For Now!

 

 

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Five by seven inch drawing “Pumpkin”,  Matted to eight by ten inches.

For sale, here.

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“I’ve seen the lights go out on Broadway,

I’ve seen the Empire State laid low.”    – Billy Joel

Right now, Rose Garden is going slowly.  It’s through no fault of my own, but pet owners will understand.  Pumpkin has taken up a new sleeping spot, right behind my easel.   It’s a choice between letting Pumpkin sleep peacefully, or get artwork done.  You can probably guess my priority.

So, I’ve been paying attention to the news.  Along with Hurricane Barry, it seems that Manhattan has had another blackout.  I’ve lived through a couple of those. Sure, there are big crises, there are also a lot of little crises.  That’s part of living in a big city.

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This is an ode to New Yorkers.  They gang together during times of crisis, but most are not very friendly.  I think it’s a matter of personal space.  If I can’t have it in literal 3D dimensions, at least I can keep my emotions clear.

 

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I can give examples of being pulled out of bad situations by strange New Yorkers, only to be met by gruffness afterwards.

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So again begs the question ….did I do the right thing leaving NYC?  I’ve come to the final conclusion, it just doesn’t matter.  I am in Connecticut now, and unless I suddenly am flooded with wealth, I can go back to New York City.  So, end of dilemma, I must make the most happy, successful life here.

 

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So, here’s to old new beginnings:

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A Rose by Any Other Name

Still looks good in a picture with a cat.

 

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Okay, enough about cats.  Do I hear a collective sigh of relief?

I’ve been working on Rose Garden.  I was working on the first version while tired and sick, and it came out awful. Put it away to look at later, maybe it would look better.  No, after time, it still looks awful.

So, I’ve started a new one.  I like it better than the first one, but it surprises me how it’s coming out.  How can that happen?  After all, I’m the one drawing it.

Drawing roses makes me start thinking about roses.  Some flowers are beautiful, but have no scent.  Some flowers, like honeysuckle, smell divine, but look like scraggly little waifs.

No so the rose.  It’s both gorgeous to the eyes, and the olfactory organs.

Its strength amazes me.  It grows and spreads easily, often crowding out other plants around it.  Its thorns protect it.

They start blooming in the early summer and keep going through fall.  In one case, on a fairly warm December 1, I found one blooming as if it were June.

So, though I love other flowers as well…….

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Just give me a rose, dammit!  Give me a rose.

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I Promise You a Rose Garden

Spoiler Alert!  It will look something like this, but hopefully (there’s that word again, hopefully) much better.    This, of course, is the preliminary sketch,

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Speaking of roses, I just sent a batch of note cards to a long lost friend.  This of course which I know I have posted before.

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The detail and control I had in it, reminds me of the lyrics to the Bob Dylan song
“Oh, I was so much older then, I’m younger than that now”.

Only, how do you explain everything that has happened in  your life for the past 30 years?  Especially, the tries I’ve made to make a living in art…..some well thought out schemes, some absolutely useless ideas.  Wow!  Have I ever tried.

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Commissions, portraits, merchandising, illustration…..and so on.  The idea of making art a product.

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I have come to the point, that I realize my life long ambition to be a rich, famous artist isn’t going to happen.  So, I have returned to drawing what I feel drawn to drawing (yeah, you read that right).  Thinking back on it, my own drawings are are what did me the most good in terms of money and ambition.

So, back to the drawing board I go.

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SICK AS A ????!!!!!

I spent the week after the festival, sick as a dog with a respiratory flu.  But let’s back it up a bit….sick as a dog? Where did that come from?  Why does a dog become a simile for illness?  Why such a desultory description of such a kind, benign, helpful creature?  I did a swift search on Google, only to find the source of this comparison is unclear.  So, I call and end to the negative profiling of dogs as sick!  Free the dogs!  Let’s find something more accurate.

Sick as a monkey?  Maybe, but I have no drawing of monkeys.

Let’s try something that I have more drawings of.  Sick as a cat?

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If you’ve ever dealt with a sick cat, you know they can be quite unpleasant. Yes, sick as a cat is a definite contender.

How about sick a crow?

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In all honesty, I don’t know enough about crows to have an opinion.

As sick as a winged horse?  Naw, that’s pretty incredulous.

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My brother and I have this inside, family joke about bears throwing up.  Specifically, strawberry ice cream.  TMI about the Baldwin family?

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Not quite.  Just a little modification and I think I have it.  Sick as a giant stuffed Teddy Bear!  Put the onus on something in animate.

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And let’s get the dogs out of this unsavory simile.

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January 2nd

 

 

There’s No Business, like well you know…

Last Saturday was the Danbury Street Fair! In which I participated in as an artist.  I was able to do this on the cheap, without investing hundreds of dollars on equipment. I was breathlessly waiting to take the tent from its case.  I only paid $65 and a trip to Queens, NY, so there would not have been a big monetary loss if it was unusable. But then, I’d be without a tent.  Low and behold, we set it up and it stood as high and as proudly as the American flag on July 4.

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As for sales, I only sold three small drawings (one of which was to my sister in law).strawberrystilllife001

It always surprises me what people decide to buy.  A young woman, a cat lover, bought two drawings

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And a small version of this one. I did put out this large, full-sized picture, which got a lot of attention.  Cat pictures were the order of the day, including my brother’s cat.

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Lots of lookers though.  I’ve done enough of this kind of show not to expect to get rich off the sales.  The main thing was to get my art in front of the public, and have fun.  Yes, some people go on cruises, I do art shows.

It would have been a lot more fun if I hadn’t been fighting the flu with a fever.  That’s another story.

So, now making plans for the next one.  It will probably be in the fall, getting close to the holidays.  With better racks.  I’ll keep you posted.