Last night, Tim and I went to a really very strong exhibit by a group dubbed “Band of Brushes” at the Newburyport Art Association. The exhibit featured work by my friend Pam Perras, as well as many other incredibly talented painters. The group visited different locations and all painted the same scenes, in varied styles. Really skilled work. Especially by Pam! Her traditional use of oils is superb and chilling in its exactness. When looking at her paintings I feel like my physical surroundings are wrong, that I should be in the MFA. The small and delicate scale of her work makes it approachable. Soft modeling, just the right level of visible brushwork, subtle color schemes that shed light on common scenes and objects. Someday I hope to own a Perras original, when my house is in good enough shape to do it justice. Lovely work, Pam!
A nice night that included two long rides in the open car with great weather. A delicious dinner at a restaurant called The Grog, and seeing a bit of fireworks, to boot. Newburyport is a nice place. If only it wasn’t so far away. Makes a nice summer night trip, though. I can’t bear to leave the birdies overnight right now with Hapi plucking (think of coming back to a Purdue roaster that says “Hellooo!”, here -- too freaky) so I am trying to get out and do little things when possible. Ankle brace be damned. At least it isn’t a brain brace. Yet. The flare continues, but I am trying the strategy of denial and it seems to be working.
And, unfortunately I have to mention that I see that my stalker person has “friended” yet another of my Facebook friends. She unwittingly accepted, not knowing the connection. No, it isn’t a crime to go through someone’s Facebook friends list and solicit connections with other people’s friends. But it is creepy and stalker-like. If you dislike me so much, why would you want to be “friends” with my friends, many of whom are good friends in reality and not just on Facebook? Makes no sense unless you are trying to cause more trouble, and stress, for the person you supposedly care about. I don’t get it. I have a whole new appreciation for what my students go through with cyber-social issues. Maddening, as while this might go on with young people, it most definitely shouldn’t be happening with grown people. Ick. Peace, stalker lady, peace.
Feels like a hot day already. The dogs are sprawled on the floor like victims of Jonestown, indicating the heat to come. They have a sense about these things. So much to do today, artistic and otherwise. And part of me wants to deek out to SOWA and check it out for a bit. Four more busy commutes ahead, and I have to be ready to print fabric, so that might not happen. I think I might end up satisfied with laundry done, a little shopping, clean floors, and art ready for tomorrow, SOWA can wait till the class is done.