Posts Tagged ‘Monica’

February – A Lost Month? Let Me Count the Ways!

March 6, 2009

1. Dashed hopes
I waited eagerly to learn which of my art pieces had been accepted into the Pro Arts 2009 Juried Annual. This waiting led to the first of the many procrastinations in my lost month. I was surprised, really surprised, that none of my pieces were accepted, as they are all good, strong works, very contemporary in content and look. Take a look yourself. What do you think?

Syncopated Politics.      (9′ long, 2.5′ high, mounted on aluminum)

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Oh, My California (Before) #3.       (44″ high x 31″ wide)
beforeoh-my-calif3

 

Beautiful Bad #1 (Hot Ivy Mike).      (24″ high x 36″ wide, framed)
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Beautiful Bad #2 (Hot Ivy Mike).     (24″ high x 36″ wide, framed)
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Red Shoes, or Monica & Me.        (5′ high x 6.5′ wide, jacquard tapestry mounted on wood)
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I went to the show, juried by Ali Subotnick of the Hammer Museum in Los Angeles. It was a good exhibition, heavy on photography, tasteful but with little real punchy work. The entry show, PROJECT, by April Banks, was a stunner, though.

2. Procrastination Continues: TAXES!
taxes
The procrastinating continued as I skirted around my taxes, probably not helped by worrying two problematic relationships.

 

3. ESCAPE! Heavenly Trip to Laguna San Ignacio, Baja Sur.

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Mid-February I went to see the friendly gray whales in San Ignacio Lagune with Monica Towers and Marion Anderson with Baja Expeditions. I’ve some photos from this wonderful trip on my Flickr site. But you can see the one photo that epitomizes the most thrilling part of the trip: actually touching a baby whale! S/he voluntarily came up to our boat about 5 times. No food lures allowed! Just curiosity and interspecies contact!

 

4. A Mexican Cold?
I had a wee sore throat just before we flew back, from San Ignacio to Ensenada, a 3+ hour flight in this WWII era plane, a DC3 dc3-at-airstrip1, that helped explode the wee cold into a tornado, one that has had me sick in sickbed, fussing with lots ofcold for two weeks now, and I still haven’t done my taxes1