From the West
Wow, I've been in yet another kind of altered universe! I attended a conference on architectural applications of kilnformed glass in Portland, OR, now over. It was a fabulous conference, intensely informative, heavily so. Wow, what a lot of information about a very young subject, historically speaking. How tempting is it for me to learn to make, say, stair treads. Or dividing walls? What about flooring? How about a facade? Or merely a light fixture, or a large piece of art in a public lobby somewhere? Hm. The wheels are turning.
So, after about a year and a half of barely thinking about my work, now I'm thinking about it.
And it was so great to meet
grrlpupand
sanguinity. Thanks for showing us that nice restaurant, where I bumped into a friend I haven't seen or heard from in at least 18 years! Not to mention a relaxing evening of excellent conversation. Thanks, Ladies!
And, while I took a tour of architecturally installed glass today, J went shoppoing and bought me not one, but THREE sketch pads, all different kinds for different things. And a tin of watercolors. Now, while on vacation on the coast (starting tomorrow) with friends much beloved, I can, depending on my mood, dreamily or with intention, paint color patterns in the watercolor sketch book, sketch out ideas in the drawing-above-writing-below project planning sketchbook, and make little sketches and drawings in the luscious all-purpose and temptingly sized and shaped sketchbook. Thanks, Honey!
And kisses to the Great Beyond, where Nancy slipped a year ago yesterday.
And kisses to Mom's poodle who will be changing households this week after much vetting of the new prospective owner.
And a kiss and a note of apology to my Mother for going against her wishes, and an explanation of how much happier her dog will be in her new home (9 acres and another poodle!) than she, or I, would be if she moved in with me, which is what Mom wanted. Sorry, Mom. We're doing our best with what we've got to work with here on Earth.
So, after about a year and a half of barely thinking about my work, now I'm thinking about it.
And it was so great to meet
grrlpupand
sanguinity. Thanks for showing us that nice restaurant, where I bumped into a friend I haven't seen or heard from in at least 18 years! Not to mention a relaxing evening of excellent conversation. Thanks, Ladies!
And, while I took a tour of architecturally installed glass today, J went shoppoing and bought me not one, but THREE sketch pads, all different kinds for different things. And a tin of watercolors. Now, while on vacation on the coast (starting tomorrow) with friends much beloved, I can, depending on my mood, dreamily or with intention, paint color patterns in the watercolor sketch book, sketch out ideas in the drawing-above-writing-below project planning sketchbook, and make little sketches and drawings in the luscious all-purpose and temptingly sized and shaped sketchbook. Thanks, Honey!
And kisses to the Great Beyond, where Nancy slipped a year ago yesterday.
And kisses to Mom's poodle who will be changing households this week after much vetting of the new prospective owner.
And a kiss and a note of apology to my Mother for going against her wishes, and an explanation of how much happier her dog will be in her new home (9 acres and another poodle!) than she, or I, would be if she moved in with me, which is what Mom wanted. Sorry, Mom. We're doing our best with what we've got to work with here on Earth.