Not much, and a lot has been going on. My sale continues through the 25th, I started a new painting, I’m writing, and my partner publicly came out yesterday morning. Which one shall I address first?Continue reading
I don’t think I was quite 20 years old when I “hit the pavement.” I had no clue as to how to get into a gallery. Completely ignorant, I walked all over Los Angeles to each gallery, door to door, annoying everyone in my path.Continue reading
So, we are thinking about adopting another dog–one that is a better fit for us. We will be receiving a home visit from one of the animal rescues I’ve been communicating with to see about possibly adopting a spaniel mix named Ruffles. Get it? Ruffles??Continue reading
Maybe you’re wondering how mine went since Saturday was probably one of the most important days ever. Well, the verdict is in and according to the jury (the many little birdies and forest animals that surround me and follow me wherever I go), it went fantastic! The whole night played out beyond my expectations, even though I really didn’t have any expectations. Honestly, I just wanted to get through it. Which I did. It wasn’t as torturous as I thought it would be either, probably because I felt so incredibly supported.
Yesterday, after spending Monday and Tuesday prepping, wrapping, and packing up my work into two cars, Michael and I drove through the the famous Los Angeles traffic into Santa Monica: the extreme East Side to the West, 14 paintings on canvas in my car, and 15 framed drawings in his.