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Chicago Art Institute’s new modern wing is lovely.

Hi! We just got back from being on the road. We were off to a show in Chicago, which was a lot of fun. A little wet, but good times. Perhaps this might be the moment to mention, that I believe that the folks at the weather channel are just Forest Gumping their way through their predictions. I am pretty sure they took all the money for that Doppler 9000 and secretly split it up amongst themselves, saving a coffee can of loose $20.oo’s for the beer and peanut fund. I think they have a dart, and take turns throwing it at a paper plate. The plate is up on the wall and they have divided up into pie sections, with a sharpie. Hot, cold, cloudy, wet, damp, snow, hurricane and ? They take turns blindfolding each other and tossing that dart. Then they have a hearty laugh as they broadcast  to us their “expert” weather advice. How much cute summer stuff can one girl pack, and not get to wear any of it??? Apparently a ton. So much for sunny and mid 70’s. It was more like freezing and wet, mushy and soggy, at least the first day. The good news is, that is finally cleared up, and when the sun came out, everyone popped up like new tulips. Midwesterners are the nicest people, even wet ones. I think this every time we visit there. Friendly and not stuffy at all. They seem to enjoy a beer and a nice dog. Everyone has a dog, or two, and nothing could make me happier. All shows should allow dogs. Meeting dogs only adds to the experience. Who doesn’t enjoy the “that dog really looks like his owner game??” So, the show was good, sales not bad, fun factor rather high, some guitar playing, a visit to a really cool bar where the Second City folks hang out, that is covered with really bad paintings of marginally famous people, a party at Liza’s most adorable, colorful apartment, and some good neighborhood pizza, and soup and a patty melt at Noogies.

i love a bad painting!

i love a bad painting!

 

lucky find outside the museum

 

just a nice space

just a nice space

such a poser

such a poser

 

city dancing, several of these are available for stop action movie.

city dancing, several of these are available for stop action movie.

we had to eat here, cause we are artists

aka Johnny Cashola

aka Johnny Cashola

 

he looks better than he sounds. NOt!

he looks better than he sounds. NOt!

 

paint that looks like icing!

paint that looks like icing!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

After the show, on Monday, we went to check out the Chicago Art Institutes’s new Modern Wing. I have one word. Lovely. Nice, simple, open space that felt good. We have all seen these artists, but it’s always nice to take a fresh look. As much as I love the more contemporary stuff, this trip I was crazy in love with the old master painters. Every brush stroke was a delight. AAAHHHHHHH. The Monet’s, the Sargent’s, the Sorolla’s, the Manet’s the Van Gogh’s. All these canvas’s were just a yummy visual treat. Back in the day, when there were no televisions, or digital camera’s, painting’s refreshing way of translating the world, was revolutionary. Me likey!! Also, the book store was a treat. I can just stand and smell the pages and be happy. Oh, and there was giant Lucian Freud painting that knocked my socks off. I wanted to buy his book, but just pawed over it for a while instead. It was a satisfying day. Breakfast, coffee and the crossword puzzle at the little “Artist’s Snack Shop” across the street. John ordered the Vegetarian Omelet, but with meat.  funny. Then a walk around Millennium Park with the beautiful water sculpture and the “Sky Garden” the giant reflecting kidney bean shaped, chrome thingy, that makes for a great photo opp. The drive through the middle of downtown at 9:00 am, was such a invigorating reminder of the way city folk live, and walk, and move in a teeming, flowing crowds. I loved being in that soup of cars, people, tall buildings, noise, signage, exhaust fumes, buses, bridges and elevated trains. nutty good. It made me hungry.

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Happy Birthday HOney! and what do the Captain and Tennille and saki and beer have in common?

My husband, John, who is one of the nicest, most talented, funniest, kindest, smartest, goofiest and good lookin people I know, just had a birfday! We really just enjoyed it! Sushi and hot saki with cold beer is a good, good thing. I totally recommend it to everyone. The warm, clear sake with cold, frosty beer is some kind of a scientific combustion thingy that creates the perfect buzz. Sort of like cake and ice cream, hot fudge and whipped cream or the Captain and Tennille. Some things just well together, like family, friends, fried food and bowling. That is an excellent combo too! Cheap, fun and silly! All good! So happy birthday honey bunny you are appreciated, admired and loved! 

Speaking of things that go well together. I am finding early mornings on the dock and making a painting are a perfect combination as well. My routine has included mornings on the dock or in the backyard for a long time. Our dogs love it, as well as our little jackiecat. One day I sat and counted how many critters I saw. It was high number, which I forget exactly, 34 maybe, but I wrote it down, somewhere….anyhoo, I counted and enjoyed every type of bug, butterfly, ant, squirrel, several different fish, 2 dogs, 1 cat, 3 types of ducks, raccoon (tree napping), blue jays, sparrows, wrens, kingfishers (I heart kingfishers) mocking birds, osprey, those cute redish brown birds, black birds, the herons, the little funny water bird I love but don’t know the name of, the turtles………even flies. So when I added painting each morning to the mix, I had no idea how much I would love it. It makes you concentrate even more on your surroundings. The mere act of mixing colors has really been a true pleasure.  I had no idea what I was missing. This daily ritual has brought so much more to the mornings. For me, it truly is not about the finished painting, but how involved you get in it. Our studio is only about 2 miles from the house, but waking up, walking out with the dogs, all sleepy, into the backyard and just starting to paint, makes me realize the merits of those who work at home. No car ride, no getting “dressed” no errands on the way, to slow your connection. Just begin. So often, I solve things in my sleep and this way you just plug right back into the thoughts that were already in motion. At the risk of sounding hokey, it feels like a really sweet gift, every time. I am wondering if we all might add a little somethin-somethin to our day just for the joy of it. The amount of time can be small, and it can even be a secret. A simple act, purely for your own growth, pleasure or enjoyment. For you. No judgement necessary.

sending love,

xoxoxooxoxoxoxooxxoxo

 

go honey, beat Matthew!!!!

go honey, beat Matthew!!!!