It almost seems foolish to be talking about Spring while the snow is still hanging around, but that’s what the calendar says so, there you have it. It seems I’m always playing catch-up but especially now with some major changes coming our way, well that’s the plan any way. So I have been lax in both my painting and blogging duties while focusing on planning for our next big adventure.
While this winter blessed us with more snow than we really needed, it also lingered on a little too long as well. But being a glass half full kinda gal, I took advantage of the opportunity to get some pictures of a storm in progress, before the ever diligent plow drivers cleaned all the snow away in town. Timing is everything, and despite all the snow we had (notice the optimism using the past tense), I didn’t mange to get the picture I wanted until March. That is, a snowy scene in town to paint. It was 9:30 – 10:00 Sunday morning and there were few cars to be found. I would have liked a few people, but none were found wandering the snowy sidewalks.
Waiting for St Paddy's Day, 16" x 20", oil on canvas
Since this is a small town, and folks pretty much know one another, it always strikes me as rather amusing when I am “in-town” taking pictures. When I see people I know, they know I’m looking for my next painting and by now I wonder if people I don’t know, realize that as well. This particular morning I had the town almost to myself. As I wandered around, camera in hand, looking for just the right angle, I turned down School St. to find Harlow’s Pub looking particularly quiet in the snow. With the white stuff draped all over it like an oversized throw, it was the perfect subject. Like the rest of us, it still had Christmas decorations on display, with the amount of snow we’ve had, it was just too difficult to take the down before the melting began. It just seemed like Harlow’s was the perfect picture of the winter of 2011. And because I am so behind in my painting duties, I didn’t get time to paint until St. Patrick’s Day, so it seemed fitting to be painting a pub while listening to Irish music to capture the feeling of the day.
Late Autumn and during the winter months my studio is a cozy refuge but when I am in the throws of the summer show season it tends to get particularly disheveled. There are but a few paintings on my gallery wall and several unfinished paintings littered about. Much as I try to continue painting in between shows it seems there’s more of the “other stuff” to do. That is, putting together marketing materials, making sure my web sites are up to date and working well, making arrangements for travel, record keeping, framing and having prints done and anything else that “pops up”. Last on the list, or even not on the list at all is tidying up the studio. So as I dash back in there before a show and pull out a few things to get to what I was looking for, they remain out of place until now. Now the Open Studio Tour is coming up and making my studio a showplace for my paintings is now at the top of the list.
But as Friedrich Nietzsche said, ”Out of chaos comes order.” So it’s my annual cleanathon to get ready. Mustering up the energy now, after doing six shows is a little trying, but I love it when things are in order, that may be shocking to hear from me, but it’s true. Well. I guess I should qualify that with my kind of order, which I’m sure differs from someone else’s or even anyone else’s. Poor Tigger, even he had trouble navigating the place to find his bed.
In being brave – or foolish enough in showing these pictures I am reminded of an incident in college when I was far behind in my writing assignment for a final paper. When I started whining to a friend about how much writing I had to do, he was shocked and said “you’ll never get that done!” Which was just the impetus I needed to do a fine job, and hand it in on time.
So I’m off to stuff more mailboxes with Art Tour maps, having walked several miles in the last few days to deliver a pile of them on Friday and Saturday. I’m hoping for a big turnout with the weather looking beautiful and the foliage starting to glow with yellows and reds and oranges. But really, I’d rather be painting.