AqueousArtist

Car Alarm and an Apology to my neighbors!

2007-09-28T09:17:00.000-07:00

I wake up at 5 as usual but this morning I decide to get a little more sleep. A little after 7 I give up on the sleeping thing, as I cross the living room I hear that annoying honk, honk, honk, honk, honk,
good lord can't somebody do something bout that noise! I go to foyer gallery and it is really loud, look out and it is our van that is honking and flashing. What is going on? I rush across the front yard, in the wet grass, barefoot, My poor neighbors, I open the van door, it won't stop, I giggle the switch it stops, OK good, now head for the bathroom, where every woman IMMEDIATELY has to go upon arising.

I am almost to the front door, when the Van starts honking again, back across the yard it must be some sort of electrical malfunction, something that only Sweetheart can deal with. As I get to the van, it suddenly stops, and then to my amazement the automatic sliding door opens.

At this point I start backing up, this vehicle is obviously demon possessed or something. Sweetheart is gonna have to get up and deal with this one, this is too much for my overly imaginative brain. I don't even want to push that button that I know will close that door, I am not touching that van, besides I am at the limit of controlling my bladder!
Back thru the house, hit the bathroom, just in time, come into the kitchen, where Tugg and Gess sleep on the window seat.

They both rush to greet mom, .........................
then I notice that Gess has something in her mouth, give me your pretty, ( that is what I call any unidentified more than like off limits object in either of my dogs mouths) she obliges nicely.
It is Sweethearts VAN KEYS!!!
Left last nite on the bakers table within Shopping distance, (Girl dog loves to shop).

What is amazing is that she had not chewed the remote control key thingy that calls on the horn, and opens doors, and locks things, she had just been playing with it!

I just hope she only started playing with it as I was getting up, and this did not go on, off and on, all night!
If it did dear neighbors, I AM SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SORRY!

2007-09-27T08:58:00.000-07:00

It is a beautiful day in LowerTown and Downtown Paducah today. The rains we had have washed things clean and the sky is sparkling. Down on the riverfront, the are "Cooking", Barbecue that is. They are barbecuing any and every thing that ever had a rib, leg or wing! The smell is delicious, I can't go down there this year because of the smoke and my breathing, but I know sweetheart will bring me some!!!!!!
All of this barbecue cooking money made is for charity, by the way, this is such a fantastic community.

Speaking of food,
I have recently been dealing with a lot of green beans.
You see Tugg started coming up lame in this front wrists, usually after his evil half sister Gess had been running him all over the backyard. We are 7 and 8 months old now, Gess being the older, but Tugg is WAY bigger now and that so annoys little miss " I was here first I am the alpha". Which means a lot of rough play and domination games. About the only way Tugg can win is to just lay on her.

So off to the vet we go, $90.00 and 2 x rays later, we are told, it is a growth spurt that occurs at his age, Fish oil supplement 3 times a week, Glucosamine Condroidant (however you spell that) daily, baby aspirin daily and by the way he is 4 pounds over weight, cut back on puppy food and add a can of green beans to his Meals.
So my dog is too fat, oh no I am not going down that road , I look at Gess and decide she is fat too! So now they are both on their greenie beanies! Tugg ate them happily, immediately, but I will write more later about the psychological games I had to play to dominate little miss alpha into eating and enjoying hers!

never pray for rain

2007-09-08T15:31:00.000-07:00

so .
I am breathing better cause it has rained, and I am on three inhalers now, Yipee!
A week ago Monday, I was praying for rain, but one must pray specifically, as I have since been told. So, a week agoMonday, I got up at 6 AM and I could hear Rain, when I got to the kitchen, on the way to the bathroom, IT WAS RAINING, A TORRENTIAL DOWN POUR, RIGHT THROUGH MY KITCHEN CEILING!
I got lab children, (wet, happy, and running in circles), saying look mommy it's RAINING!
I immediately ran back to bedroom, screaming........ Sweetheart, Sweetheart, it's raining in the kitchen.
sweetheart jumped up out of deep sleep, cause he KNEW where the rain was coming from, he broke a coffee cup, fell over a dogie gate as he crashed upstairs, cause he knew, and I knew who the culprit was.
I have not mentioned DADDY on my Blog but my Daddy (83) lives upstairs over the kitchen, and in his room is the 110 year old pedestal sink, original to the house, with no OVER FLOW drain............. so daddy left the sink on, (maybe all Nite).
Hence the rain in the kitchen and my happy Labradors, and 4 hours of shopvacing, and sweeping water, and a ruined ceiling.
I love my Daddy but he has severely tried our patience with this episode.

Where have I been?

2007-08-15T15:56:00.001-07:00

Well,
It has been 102 degrees here for what seems like a month, and not a drop of rain for forever, AND I AM ALLERGIC TO DUST!
So, I have been fighting dust, having allergy related asthma (think dust) attacks and generally having a pity party.
I promise to post more if and when it ever rains and I get all this Dust out of my head and am somewhat coherent.

Color Field Painters

2007-08-10T15:43:00.000-07:00

coming up,
when I have more energy.
been making art.
Later,
Charlotte

Flow Paintings

2007-08-09T13:50:00.000-07:00

Ah......
Morris Louis, Helen Frankenthaller,

more soon!

Labs versus blue heelers

2007-08-07T17:37:00.000-07:00

So Sweetheart leaves for 1 hour this evening, on a very important PetsMart trip.

While he is away I decide that I must water the front yard and save Anita's (newly relocated writer and FF's sister), GIANT BEAN! I adore Anita and she seems to have given Sweetheart the Last Giant Bean Plant on the planet when she came here from Mississippi. I forget that the water hose is connected to Faulty contractor faucet and is in the backyard with dogs, I forget that Dogs have a huge dirt pit dug under Faulty out door faucet (that leaks) located under the Rose of Sharon bush that we inherited 7 years ago, that grows out of the foundation, AND NO ONE CAN KILL.

Sooooooooooo, I water the Bean for 5 or maybe 7 minutes, go back thru gallery and kitchen to backyard to turn off Faulty faucet and I no longer have white labs I have Blue Heelers. There is so much mud on Gess and Tugg, at first I thought they were Black Labs, then I noticed that only their Legs and Faces were black, and the rest of them have what they call in the south "ticking".
My back door was muddy, even the window.............
,
Me "Sweetheart is gonna kill me."

FF (cooking us dinner in our kitchen)" He will never KILL you, he adores you, it took him 40 years to find you, he would never kill you, no matter what!"

Me " I don't know this is pretty bad, just look at them".

FF ( looking out as Gess is up on the door ringing a 108 year old door bell).
" oh gawd this is hysterical", while hysterically laughing (thanks sister).

So Sweetheart comes home,
and I confess to every thing, it is all my fault, I am so sorry, Sweetheart just says

"What is your plan for this?"

Me "I am thinking they could just dry off, it is so ____ hot, and then we could just brush all this mud off them".
so we wait.
Finally, they look pretty crusty,
I cover myself in bug spray for the mosquitoes ( which of course does not work, Sweetheart says it has to do with pheromones, whatever) we are out back with 2 brushes (one cost $40.00) and dried mud is going nowhere, mean time, I have at least 400 M.bites just on my legs.

Me "This is not working, do you have a plan?"

Sweetheart "Yes, we Wash them".

So it is now 2 hours later, I made it through washing Tugg, my baby boy, but Sweetheart is still washing Gess. I could not participate in the Gess washing because Tugg cries if me and Pack Man (Sweetheart) and Alpha sister are not with him ( he and I are the Beta's).
So that is why I stay with Sweetheart,
and Aynex,
get over it!

What the heck is an Aqueous Artist??????

2007-08-07T11:05:00.000-07:00

Well it does not mean I am made out of water........
I classically trained as a painter, and found printmaking my senior year of college. Heavily involved with putting together my B F A show and graduating, I went on to graduate school to learn more printmaking. Collagraphs, (where the matrix is collage relief plate, became my thing). For many years my paintings whether 2 dimensional or 3 dimensional, were "painted" collagraph plates.

During my under graduate years , my paintings were HUGE oil paintings, non representational, they were executed by laying the stretched canvas in the studio floor, flooding it with water and pouring sometimes hundreds of thinned oil paint colors , which I mixed up in baby food jars, onto the flooded surface. Tilting the canvas, manipulating the paint with found objects, feathers, sticks, scrap card board, more water, more tilting (you get the idea) til "it" was right. I was the only painting major in the studio program that did not own paint brushes! (well maybe a few).

I was a big fan of Frank Stella (who recently has left us) and I still am.

Anyway, I had to wait a while on those paintings to dry!!!!!!!!!

THEN, in the 1990's I married Sweetheart, a Bookbinder. To help him with his work I took some formal training in that field. Book binding, alas, is not for me so I tried a class in what the Artisans call Marbling. WOW!!! after all these years, I found a method that lets my "float" paint, manipulate it with sticks and combs and found objects and contact print the "image" to paper or fabric,or wood, is totally non toxic, where I can make the work in 2 or 3 minutes, and it dries in an hour!!!!!!!!!!!!! More on all this later.

I have been thinking recently about re-visiting my big oil paintings soon, just need Sweetheart to donate part of his garage floor, which could mean moving a lot of his motorcycles and his Stuff.
Now Stuff and Motorcycles are sacred to men, I know this, if fact the motorcycles are sacred to me too, and as an artist Stuff is majorly important!!!! But Sweetheart is open to the idea, we just need to get the time to do it, AND BELIEVE ME Time in the Hood is hard to come by!

AQUEOUS ARTIST ADVENTURES

2007-08-06T11:21:00.000-07:00

Adventures, adventuring in art making, writing (my friend Aydra, a wonderful poet, calls me a lyricist), adventures in music making, and in just plain living. Every DAY, for me is a gift, and my life (as my husband, Sweetheart, is want to remind me, especially when I am feeling overwhelmed with deadlines and responsibilities) is "rich and full".
So...I guess there will be a lot of stream of consciousness, ramblings, lots of fragments, which I do not want to revises, even tho paper clip man will, probably, pop up and chastise me. You might want to stop reading right now!