This is the down side of living in a lush forest with wildlife all around. This is not our house, but it is in the neighborhood. It could have happened to any of us and that is what is so unnerving every time the wind and rain combination come into play. The winds were clocked as 47 miles per hour gusts at times. We were without power for a few days. It seems a given in any storm here. Power lines don't do well with trees across them. The up side is we finally got some rain and I caught up on some reading. It is not over yet. The weather report says we can count on one more soak. That is not good with the saturation of the soil at this point. The small root ball that holds up these monsters, as you can see, will uproot and send pine trees over like dominos. Let's pray the next photo here is not our house. To see more storm photos and the damage that it caused click here.
Since I have starting using video to make art instruction videos about 6 months ago, I have discovered them as another medium to express myself as an artist. As I become more comfortable with the process, just like with any new media, I am discovering how to make it a vehicle for my creative expression. First was the Scrubjay video and now this one. If you want to see all my youtube videos check out SuzetsStudio on Youtube.
As the line from the movie Field of Dreams goes, "Build it, and they will come." When a few artists get together and do a guerrilla style art sale it works. Not to be confused with yard sale (warning: you will get yard sale lookers)an art sale has original art work sold by the artists. Diane sent out facebook invites, posted fliers and put up banners. It was a chilly day, but we had a steady stream of people all day and they had cash in hand. We had a great variety of artists there to choose wares from. The price range was suitable for all budgets and we offered a much more personal gift choice than the mass produced Wal-Mart bargain bin stuff. I mean how many fur covered chaise lounge chairs do you see at Wal-mart?
Today was another yummy bite of humble pie. I went out with the plein air painters and tackled a little blue house. From 9am until noon I fought the perspective battle. At the lunch critique everyone was kind, but I knew that something about that darn porch was bugging me. My perspective is off. I am not going to let it get me. I am going to work on this baby and re-post it later to save face. You wait and see. The little blue house will be right. Oh perspective, how I love to hate you.
I have been busy nursing my wounds recently. I had a rogue freckle (ok a few) checked out and it turned into a full on "carving of the artist" couple of weeks. It turns out all those years of slathering on the baby oil to get a tan was not such a good idea. Sunscreen was for babies. I am first to admit I really did not think of my skin all that much. It worked fine. Freckles were just dot to dots.
Until they started talking about cancer and I did a little search on melanoma. I started getting a little freaked out. I went back and they took off big chunks of meat a few days ago. Now we have to wait until the lab checks that tissue to see if they got it all. In the mean time, I have lots of stitches and am hoping I just end up with some artsie looking scars. I hear they are cooler than tattoos.
My advice to you is sunscreen up to avoid becoming a Jack-O-Lantern. I'll post my cool scars when they heal up.