Lots of things happening in my neck of the woods this spring both good and bad. The good things first; I have a show at a local bar and grill "Legends" at Park City Mountain Resort, it will hang until the 9th of April. If you get a chance check it out. It includes 3 different series of my work.
My Masai Series, done form photos taken while in Kenya several years ago.
"Stained Glass Sky" 16 x 20 acrylic on panel. Part of our local animal life.
"Puzzle" 11 x 14 acrylic on board. One of the "Partial Series"
Other happenings in my life, my very encouraging and supportive husband is soon to retire, as in the next week or two. We will have many new goings on around here from this change, including a truck and camper,
Last but definitely not least our oldest cat, " Charming Charlie Grayson has been diagnosed with cancer and we are working on the best plan for him. Sadly it is not something fixable but we want to give him the best quality of life for as long as possible.
I was going thru movies on Netflix the other evening while working in my studio and ran across an old Gregory Peck film. "Gentlemen's Agreement" from 1947. I had never heard of it and enjoy old movies so I put it on while I was working.
The gist of the story is that Peck, aka Phil Green is hired by a magazine and is asked to do a story about Anti-semitism. He can't figure out a way to approach it until he decides to tell everyone he and his family are Jewish to see first hand how people react.
He finds his secretary at the magazine was not hired when inquiring about the job when giving a Jewish name and then called back with a different name and was hired. His son is called names and chased away by other boys, the hotel he planned to honeymoon in is restricted but won't say it to is face. The article comes out to raves when the title is shown to the staff "I was Jewish for 8 weeks". I saw this movie last night.
This morning I read an article on Facebook by Michael Douglas http://www.latimes.com/opinion/op-ed/la-oe-0315-douglas-anti-semitism-20150315-story.html
There have been acts of vandalism in at least 3 Jewish Cemeteries. Hundreds of Jewish Community Centers have had bomb threats over the last several months.
When I was growing up in Salt Lake City in the 60's and the 70's I experienced Anti-semitism first hand not a big thing it was in school and Jr. and Senior high. Just words but they cut deeply and have never left me. In a high school art class a girl came up to me one day and said it was Hitler's Birthday and I should get into the kiln. I never reported these incidents to anyone, I generally try not to rock the boat. Kids in general can be really cruel.
I have come to a place in my life where I don't want to not rock the boat, I want to make noise and protect people who are discriminated against, be it Jews, Muslims, Blacks, Hispanics or anyone being treated unfairly.
I thought over the years that society was becoming more enlightened and open. These days I find I have to
Sorry, to have been absent for so long. We took an awesome trip to Morocco in Mid October till early November and have been wanting to tell you all about it. However on the way back I came down with a cold that turned into a sinus infection and then got run over by the Holidays. Almost healthy again and raring to get back into my art and writing. Here are a few photos to hopefully picque your interest.
Street merchant in Chef Chouen selling paint and more.
Our Guide Mohammed Abu and me in chef Chouen.
Three women at the weekly Market in Northern Morocco.
Putting the yard and house in order for winter, the shorter days a precursor of the white stuff to come.
Last Wednesday driving home it was a white out Sept. 28th. Not totally unusual for Park City, to have snow in September, but it came on so quick that it was a bit of shock. A quick stop at the Farmer's Mkt. amidst the flurry of flakes falling trying to make purchases from all my favorites to thank them for being there in the snow.
Today 68 degrees F. Mowing the lawn planting the last few seeds and plants, getting the bed ready for the garlic this week. The last few tomatoes will be picked, planters tucked away. Deck furniture awaiting next summer's soirees.
We bid farewell to summer 2016, hoping for a bit more rain next year and a bit less dry heat.
With the change of the seasons, I find the new year, Rosh Hashanah, is upon us. We Jews, call it the Birthday of World. We celebrate with the sweetness of the harvest, apples, honey, round challah with raisins, a glass or two of wine, good friends and relatives.
We reflect on the past year and the accomplishments the not so "accomplishedments" and where we are headed for the new year. Always hoping to do more and better, next year.
I had a number of accomplishments last year. I had several large commissions, took 3 trips with one more looming right around the corner, painted and drew, never quite as much as I would have liked to. Found a wonderful holistic vet who finally figured out my Border Collie's allergies. Had a wonderful start to the garden, which the summer heat did a number on. I got a brand spanking new car, when my old one of 15 yrs. went to the shop for the last time. Made some new friends. Feasted and frolicked with many of my old friends.
I can always do more and be better, something to reach for, almost like the sun peaking thru the clouds and lighting up a fall colored hillside.
As I walk out the door, a doe, startles, waiting, watching me warily, from the hill.
Not running, just waiting, chewing.
The foothills aflame, with red leaves, spice surrounds us.
Fall is in the air.
Wisps of mist, following the stream as it flows.
Fields, brown, dry, crunchy.
Grey clouds, heavy on the horizon, holding long awaited rain.
Fall is in the air.
We get so wrapped up in the day to day that we forget to just BE. Life is not here for all the errands and appointments and traffic jams. Life is here to be lived and enjoyed, to concentrate on friends and nature and breathing. There is something to be said for not having a schedule or the necessity of being someplace but just BEING.
Animals help us to ground to like them live in the moment, which we do not or even cannot seem to do. We concentrate to much on rushing hither and thither.
We need to just BREATH.
There is so much in the natural to see and enjoy. A deer strolls through the trees and plucks an apple, a butterfly lands on a flower as water sprays, a rabbit hops by the window. So easy to miss.
My desire for the coming year and hopefully the future, is to set aside time to BE to BREATH, to enjoy the world around and slow down so I can see it.
We just got back yesterday from dog camp at Yellowstone Dog Sports in Red Lodge, Montana! What a blast! We had tons of activities, lots of interesting people and dogs.
There was Herding, Tracking, Nosework, Creative Movement, Dock Diving, Flyball, Lure Coursing, Treiball, Manners, Tricks. They had crafts, leash and collar making, and painting a portrait of your dog, ( I begged off that one) early morning Bird Walks. CGC and CGCA instruction and certification. I could go on and on.... oops, I am.
Great lectures on Dog nutrition, and the Montana Locale that we were in.
Great food, lots of fresh air the temperatures were good not too hot or too cold.
I think a great time was had by all, Two leggeds and 4 leggeds!
This year we learned to take it a bit easier and not to try to do everything that was offered. We were up by 7AM if not earlier and in bed between 8:30 - 9:30PM beat but happy.
We had a free afternoon and wandered thru Red Lodge, first time in 3 years we've had the time.
I have come to the conclusion that I am getting way to staid in my way of thinking and doing things, I need to be more adventurous and branch out to see new things. So I have decided to take field trips on my own every week or so just to get some of the creative juices flowing.
Today I heard about a small bluegrass festival in Wallsburg, Utah, about an hour from here. On the Erickson Ranch.
Richard W. Erickson is a collector of all sorts of things machinery especially, and he has bunches of it built a small village around it and has a foundation to take care of it.
There are whole buildings of period collections, a church, a general store, garages, houses with everything you may have found in them in the 30's or 40's or 50's.
He especially loves machinery of all types, cars, train engines, motor cycles, of which there are over 100 and many of them have been restored and to a functioning condition.
What an amazing collection of all sorts of stuff.
Some big, some small, an amazing reference on the past.
He has a print shop with this typeface cabinet, I thought the slanted drawers were pretty unique.
I was just in awe walking around looking at everything.
Then as added icing on the cake there was really fun Blue Grass music too.
These guys were some jammers in between groups and they asked the audience for a name and someone shouted Mudsuckers and they were really good!
A fine day all around!