Almost There

1994.
My realtor brother Tom has told me, everyone knows moving is second in stress only to the death of a spouse. Third is moving a dead spouse.

Over the Sea 15

Signed the documents today, keys tomorrow, move on the weekend. At last! Even eeked this out last night.

1992

It was a good year although my cat caught Bubonic Plague! Ate an infected mouse. I took him to the vet to check out a strange open sore on him and the next thing I know the State Epidemiologist is on the phone. Travis was quarantined! He was even written up in Cat Fancy magazine! Plague isn`t common in city cats. He lived to hunt again.

Arizona Mountain

The closing on our new house is delayed which means our move is postponed a week. This is not good. I broke down my studio a week ago and we are living among stacks of boxes. Last night I unpacked my watercolors and set up a small painting area. Anxiety is going to make me reconcile with that medium. This could turn out to be one of those instances where it will seem like it was meant to be. Or not. Nothing worthy was created yesterday but I did feel lighter.
This is another landscape I found in storage as I packed. It was painted from memory after flying over Arizona.

Spring/Lake Peak from Chimayo

1989.
That groove between the foothills running up into the mountains is so fascinating. I think it might be the watershed of the Santa Cruz River. I drew and painted it many times. In beautiful fertile Chimayo New Mexico, the views are stunning.

From 1990

Most of these abstract works of twenty years ago were never shown together but some did sell.
We`re inching closer to our move. Signed the documents for the sale of our current home yesterday. We`re scheduled to close on the new place Friday. Getting the keys into our sweaty hands is another matter.I think I`ll need to postpone the contractors for a few days. New lighting and a venting system for my studio have to happen before I can settle in down there.

Night Flowers

1988.
My work is being shown at the White Bird`s Spring Unveiling. I guess that refers to all the work created over the winter being exhibited for the first time. This is certainly true for me. Twenty small paintings, three medium and four large canvases are being picked up on Wednesday. If anyone happens to be in Cannon Beach in May, please take a look.