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Turn, Turn, Turn

There was  a song big in the sixties, during the folk music era.  The lyric went something like this;

To everything, turn turn turn…there is a season, turn turn turn, and a time to every purpose under heaven.

Some of you, I know, remember this song.  Some of you, will remember it because your parents played it.  I think it was made popular by Peter, Paul and Mary, but I’m to lazy to Google it to be sure.

 

For me, the season has been spring, but the purpose of the time wasn’t art.  I had family issues, a new job that turned into a horror show, and all sorts of sundry events and mishaps that life takes from time to time.

And so, finally,  I can turn, turn, turn back to my artwork!

Give My Regards to Broadway

Yesterday was the opening of the Pet Art Show, at the Bott Shoppe in Mamaroneck, NY.  If you’re interested in seeing the show, the address is 172 East Boston Post Road.  Besides the show, the Bott Shoppe, has an art studio, classes and art related items in its store.  If you are in the area, it’s an interesting store, with lots of stuff to buy and browse.

I had a great time at the opening, especially having conversations about NYC, what has happened there since I left, and discussions of the art world in general.

And as a former New Yorker, I thought I’d make the trip so easily, and wow, I’m so tired.  In case you’ve never been there, in New York City you walk a lot.  I mean A LOT.  It’s a car unfriendly city, especially Manhattan.  I remember long ago, before I lived there, I wondered why New Yorkers were so slim.  Now I know, all that walking.

However, I’m out of shape, and I no longer  have the stamina I used to.  My legs are sore today.

Speaking of Pet Art, I’ve still got the Guardian Animal Hospital in Brewster on hold.  I’ve no idea where it’s going, I’m not having much luck getting through to them.  Speaking of not know where somethings going, spring seems to be on hold, too.

I’m itching to get started on some art other than dog portraits.  I have an old drawing, I did when I was still living in Greenwich, CT.  Trust me, that’s old.  I really like it, but sometimes, I’m not the best judge of my own work.  Maybe it’s a little too much Thomas Kinkaide-ian?

Anyway, I’m thinking of updating it, and doing it again for a good spring drawing.

So, Happy Landscapes in the meantime!

And Changing My Mind Back…

It’s still wintry around here.  We had the bomb cyclone yesterday, gray skies today.  No daffodils.  No forsythia.  No crocus.  Spring is not in a hurry to get here.

So, paper is on order and I worked on the cloudy day drawing I originally intended.

So, is it moody…or is it just plain depressing.  I’m going to give it a rest, while you give it some thought.

Here’s “Cloudy Day in the Park”

Rushing the Season (and Rushing the Post)

Spring moves by so fast, I wanted to get a jump on it.  The problem is, by the time I’ve managed to do a drawing of one stage of the season, spring is almost gone!  So, by the time I do a daffodil picture, the lilacs are already gone…

My mother one year, greeted spring with a painting of a crocus breaking through the dead leaves.  It was good, and very appropriate, however that was her image.  I decided to do this, instead:

Something Great is Coming….

I have a routine to keep track of the approach of spring.  It’s a habit that keeps me going through the dullest months of winter.  It starts with the winter solstice, when though at the season’s darkest, the light begins to return.  Then it gets involved with more popular events…….Superbowl Sunday, Mardi Gras and my favorite, the start of baseball spring training.

I can see that spring is nearly here now.

It Sort of Makes Sense

So, in tribute to Autumn coming – hard to tell with the summer weather we’ve been having-I did this drawing, “September Field”.

I’ve always been attracted to drawing landscapes, and now I realize why.  Landscapes capture moods in complex way.  I’m not talking something simple like a sunny day being happy. I’m talking about the subtleties of mood, what I believe Jung referred to as “feeling tone”, when talking about dreams.  Or some famous psychiatrist did, perhaps one of you knows.

Speaking of dreams, I’ve had this recurring one, in which my work is recognized and in a gallery, but it’s old work of mine, in a style in which I no longer work.  This gives a glimpse at the old style.  Perhaps the dream is telling me to go back in time.

So, what now?  I’m running out of paper, now, and I’m broke.  It also just so happens that the winter holidays are right around the corner.  I guess it’s time to start making greeting cards.