My exhibit is at an end at the W. W. Craig Gallery. I have a feeling it will be my last one there before the building is shut-down, repurposed, and the library/gallery migrates up the hill. I feel myself expanding inwardly. I feel the world expanding outwardly. This is a luke-warm kind of thing. Something about it makes me happy and something about it makes me sad.
I made two sales. I am very happy about that.
Current artwork news:
I am exploring: the process of creating layers of dramatic media.
the joy of cute little landscapes.
In vehicular news:
Our car died a week or two ago. Time for a new one. Ugh. I hate the whole process... well, except the driving a new(er) car around part. That part I enjoy. Immensely. Vroom vroom.
We drove past my super-old alma mater(s) on Halloween night and the lights were on in the gym and then I recalled the dances we used to have there and how much fun I had. I wore my hair on the side of my head in a long pony tail. Crimped. That was such a stupid long time ago. Locomotion indeed.
In literary news:
I still haven't finished my book, but it's coming along at a dead snail's pace. I am currently engrossed in the deeply intricate fabric of A Song of Ice and Fire series written by George R. R. Martin. Of, of course, Game of Thrones fame. Which I knew nothing about until I saw the series on HBO. So, there you go. Not a super-proud moment for me in terms of discovery, but nonetheless very entertaining. Diverting. I must say.
What I mean by that is I prefer my books to fall from the shelf and into my hand as fates see fit to befall me. I do it that way. I've always done it that way. I will hopefully continue to do it that way again in three years when I am finally finished this five-book series. I am on book two. Book two is a gazillion pages long. But, again... diverting. Yum yum.