What is wrong with me lately? The inner lazy chick seems to be winning. A dear friend gave me a fantastic camera, one that she said she tried and hated. We are very different in that instead of returning the camera, she hung onto it. (I would have sent it back.) She is very generous, […]
River, lake, sequoia tree, river, lake, sequoia tree, river. . .
With the exception of Jeff’s Garden (a commissioned oil painting) and painting a giant sequoia on a wooden panel, I have not painted this summer. This was planned, not accidental. The swamp cooler in the workshopo is loud, fairly inadequate for our summer heat, and has been springing leaks all summer. Kaweah Arts, a great […]
Not Too Much
And that is the answer to “Hey Central California Artist, what are you working on these days?” Odd Job My friend G explained that he just needs an outline of what might pass for the tops of the Sierra Nevada Mountains, stretched across a single 12 foot panel. Jimmy delivered four for some unknown reason. […]
Odd Job on Rusty Corrugated Metal
My friend G is building a pool or pond or something for some people in Three Rivers. He has a vision of a corrugated metal wall with the shape of the mountains cut at the top of the wall. He said the wall would be about 8 feet, and asked if I could draw the […]
Becoming Accustomed | Odd Thoughts Round-up | Part Two
The thoughts continue; is this part of being in one’s sixties? We (personally speaking) have become accustomed to losing our cats to wildlife—goodbye Jackson; you were rude and demanding and bossy and domineering, and you didn’t listen when I told you there would be consequences for ignoring Kitty Curfew. We are now accustomed to words […]
Sort of Doing Nothing in Mineral King
Since I saw moving purple spots last time I tried to hike, the next time I went up the hill, I stayed closer to the cabin. Perhaps it was just an excuse to be lazy; on the other hand, maybe I was using my noggin. I left home around 8:30. It now takes me almost […]
Becoming Accustomed | Odd Thoughts Round-up
Today’s post is a long list of thoughts that occur to me while drawing in silence (if you don’t count the monotonous hum of the barely adequate A/C) and solitude. I decided to skip photos, so it is possible you will decide to skip reading. I will assume the risk of this. We have become […]
Let’s Talk About Cars
“Let’s talk” is a euphemism for “I’ll do the typing and you do the reading”. But I welcome your comments, if you have the fortitude to fight through the commenting procedures. Mom gave me her car last year. I reluctantly sold Fernando, and have been trying to appreciate having a newer vehicle, one with power […]
Art from Hume Lake
The first time I drew a Hume Lake cabin, it was for my friend’s parents. Her mom commissioned a pencil drawing. Wait, not true. The first time I drew a Hume Lake cabin, it was the boys staff cabin across the street from the girls staff cabin, in 1978. It was a present for my […]
In the Sierra, but not Mineral King | At Hume Lake
Each summer starting in 2017, I’ve spent time with a dear friend at her Hume Lake cabin. Most years we gather in June, last year in July, and this year in August. It was HOT, REALLY HOT, so we didn’t rent any watercraft or walk around the lake. Mostly we just hung out in and […]