Mar 21, 2007
As the sun finally arrives in the pacific northwet, the shovel is more tempting than the brush. Building a rock wall calls more than mixing paint. Instead of standing by the easel inside, I'm out making caveman drawings of trees and bugs and clouds. Right about now is when everything starts to look like a painting - the stack of books on a shelf, the peony buds pushing slowly skyward like fireworks stuck in molasses. I watched a neighbor climb on his roof the other day, his figure silhouetted against the dusk sky. There's a painting there.
First I need to build that studio. Last week I learned that nearly everything the friendly people at the city had told me wasn't, after all, accurate. Weeks and months have been lost or, at least, misplaced. I'm a little angry, but more amused by the folly of it all. The short story is that I should have a permit within the next two weeks. This, however you cut it, is good news.
While all of this has been time consuming, I haven't forgotten to paint. I have, however, struggled to paint well. Last night, I pulled an aging bonnet out of the fridge.
Habanero 4 6" x 5",
sold
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Your edges, especially where the pepper turns away at the top, are great in this one. Looks like you had fun with it.
That’s too bad your studio has been delayed again, although you seem to have a very good attitude about it! I’ve just started some plans for a tiny 100 sq ft studio shed in my very small back yard, and I’ve already been warned San Francisco may give me quite a hard time with it.
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Hi, Sadie
It’s actually less delayed than it was. I should have a structure framed and weathered in by mid May. I’d bet that for the small size you’re considering, you can sidestep most building codes.
