well, this is normal for me.

darke gallery deinstallation remnant

remnant

deinstall; reinstall; piled high and deep

Friday, October 14, 6-9 pm
2011 Texas Biennial Artists (handful)
Houston opening
Darke Gallery

kathy moves most her stuff to make room for her peers :)
it is worse than uncle Jed, when you view her truck piled high and deep.

watch it happen with humans

when the woodpecker arrives clutching and swaying the entire feeder and dangling from the underneath side, all the other species that alight gently, fly off. pecking order? well they are bigger and appear, though balanced, clumsy in their landing, but I witnessed no bullying. bullying seems more indicative of other species and, well of course, humans. bullying or bulldozing seems a function of fear not strength. like the smaller birds, i think there is wisdom in avoiding standing in the path of bulldozing. smart birds return quickly to the feeder and humans to the path. flitting aside is neither weak nor strong, just a cautious weariness (redundant but I like the words together).

and i must not be a woodpecker because as i sit here under the pine trees on their litter, i see for deer gracing and pulling leaves from trees; they've seen but ignore as i am not much of a threat. well except the one male yearling is running back and forth snorting, but i can't tell if he's showing of for the 3 females or actually feels threatened. i think strutting. the cat 15 feet behind me, was surprised to see me and unsure, but then i am not much of a cat person so i don't send out come hither kitty vibes. i like dogs!

and i watched the beaver last night and concluded, i am not a beaver and i certainly hope i never cut my arm off with a miter saw. oh my. but i did cry throughout the movie, hadn't expected a tear-jerker; i even cried with the whale music video that was prelim to the movie...i though for sure it was going to be an add for pharmaceuticals so i was really relieved when it wasn't.

so i am not woodpecker, cat, bulldozer, beaver. i may be a bit whale. for now i am ok with that...

just barely but the sky has opened up and is currently spitting down on my microforest

one big selfish amen! I went for a walk with no umbrella hoping to double dog dare it to pour. nope. didn't work, but even a drip drip splat is a good thing.

set at least 2 of the 3 or 4 balls down for the weekend

three nights in a row in one bed! amen. haven't done that since thinktank in early June and not for months on end even before that...maybe not since summer 2010 i-park residency. my brain and everything else within me needed to stay in one place badly! NO DRIVING for anything beyond 15 minutes. it's the problem of working in two cities and navigating an additional city weekly to include family, whom I love and need, well plus an artist residency, home renovations and start of new school year. none of these are bad things. except the monthly gas bill. no way to spin that as good. ok well I can try--here goes, I didn't go into debt because of it (that's the only thing good I can say about my gas bill) and my truck still runs beautifully at 186,xxx miles. i actually count myself as fortunate to have each of these many good things sans the gas bill. yet with all the driving, trans- and dis-locating, and juggling my hats, my stress level has been through the roof, all three or four of them. so this weekend I stayed in one spot and only focused on one thing. no home reno and no planning for it, no studio down sizing or thinking about it, no art making, just a bit of school work, walks in my new hood and, OMGosh, I actually cooked (electric wok--stove gaslines not installed yet, and no grilling because of wildfire hazards). and I think three nights seeing the moon and stars from a single gps coordinate is working, a bit of calmness seems to be surfacing which leaves more room to experience the things for which I am grateful--like my hermitage and neighboring hood, my microforest, career(s), friends and my special grand friends, bros, and steadfast parental units. probably more but I am too tired to think that hard. as I walked today, it felt much like it did when I was a little girl--going outdoors in amongst the quiet loudness of the trees (no creeks currently--all dried up) on a slow moving rambling adventure, dragging a stick in the dirt behind me because it's fun and experiencing that same sense of awe at the overwhelming comfort I find at being outdoors under canopies of trees that whisper to me (no not in English--they speak lithely in breezish and rustlings. I have no idea what they speak, I just know it is good and gracious). a bit of road warrioring begins again next week for studio downsizing process.

strolling my hermitage hood

awe-some!

happy truck at the hermitage embedded

in the microforest. happy truck.

The insanity of it photos by art slave Dean Liscum

Freshly dragged to Darke Gallery. They look fabulous on Linda's corner!

Exhibition opening Friday, August 2, 6-9 pm
Darke Gallery
320 B Detering @ Feagan, Houston, TX 77007
Regular gallery hours:
Wed - Fri | noon to 5 PM | Sat | noon to 3 PM and by appointment

below DEAN LISCUM art slave (and writer) extraordinaire, he can leap installations in a single bound and install stupid heavy ones on only sweat, tubes and Mexican food! thank you thank you Dean.

a work in progress:: open studio tonight at Darke Gallery, Jouston, TX

in preparation for exhibition, the edge of my unreadiness, come and see works in progress as part of artist's residency each Thursday in August from 4-7pm. show opens Friday, Sept 2, 6-9 at Darke Gallery.

early phase of current work in process.

somedays I say to myself

"why could I just not be a painter?" today I am thinking it as I set up a pseudo easel to work my tubes on and realize that i wont be able to put this on the wall until i get some man muscle (two to be safe and reduce skid marks on wall) in here. hopefully Thursday.

residential art installation put on holdtomorrow i begin residency at Darke Gallery

i will be completing and creating new work for exhibition opening early september (labor day weekend) for solo exhibition titled, the edge of my unreadiness. the gallery will be open thursday evenings in August, 4-7pm, so that you may stop by and watch the work progress.


Darke Gallery
320B Detering @ Feagan
Houston, TX 77007