Most women–including me–are too conventional to show up at a reception in their paint-stained work clothes. The big packing issue of a painting trip becomes what to wear to the reception.
I’m bringing 65 canvases to the Great White North. I could finish them all, or a bear could steal my easel. There’s just no telling.
One of the most enduring memes on the internet is “things more likely to kill you than a shark,” which frequently include cows. Perhaps the writers can’t tell the difference between cows and bulls, or perhaps cows tend to fall on people, but in my experience they’re generally pretty placid creatures. In any case, there […]
Sometimes, people imagine that all I do is bop around, occasionally doing paintings. Most of my trips are actually pretty hard work. Last spring, I promised my friend in New Jersey that I’d stop after Rye and visit her. Of course, when Rye ended, I was anxious to head back to Rochester and finish my […]
“The rain to the wind said, You push and I’ll pelt.’ They so smote the garden bed That the flowers actually knelt, And lay lodged—though not dead. I know how the flowers felt.” ― Robert Frost The weather was raw and the wind was fierce when Brad Marshall and I set out on Friday morning for […]
It seems silly to complain about heavy rain in New York when the Maine coast is inundated. We got 3” of rain overnight, but that is nothing in comparison. Nobody here is bailing their mudroom out, as my friend Eileen was doing in Belfast yesterday. My house-sitter checked in to tell me that my house […]
Just yesterday I wrote that I was looking forward to heading to NYC this weekend, where the breathing wouldn’t be as bad as it is here in the Genesee Valley. Hah! It turns out that New York is under a Tropical Storm Watch. Joaquin is approaching hurricane strength and may or may not aim for […]
“You sound like you have that cold that has been going around,” a co-worker told my husband. “Everyone’s got it.” I’ve got “it” too, and any time everybody’s got a cold, I suspect allergies. Rochester calls itself the Flower City for good reason: it is full of flowering shrubs, trees, perennials and border gardens, all […]
I was outside yesterday when I heard a voice screaming, “Help!” I knew that voice; it was my pal Mary, who lives too many houses away from me to be audible outdoors. I found her with a dead squirrel and a very proud standard-bred poodle, who was the executioner. Lesson #1: if you want to […]
In two weeks, I am meeting friends to paint together in Rye, NY at Painters on Location. This is the only time of the year when I get together with Brad Marshall and Bruce Bundock, and we’re all looking forward to having time to catch up as well as paint. Bruce has torn his kitchen […]