Spring has come to the desert, and I have been woefully neglectful of all things blog and website lately. Life has been busy and full and crazy and emotional. Much of the winter was spent "coming to terms" with things that were beyond my control, but couldn't not be dealt with.
I'm now back in the desert and back to work like someone lit a fire under me. I have just finished three new, relatively large, paintings of the beautiful sandhill cranes, after seeing them crowding the wetlands at Whitewater Draw in Wilcox, AZ. They are spectacular, and even I could hear - and feel - the cacophony of their calls. They demanded painting. Two of them will be shown at the upcoming opening of Toscana Gallery's show featuring birds on April 1. Judging by the pieces I saw being dropped off, its going to be a spectacular show. You can check out my recent, figurative work here, and please remember - I love doing commissions and would love to paint more birds!
In the past 4 months, I have spent about half that time in Nashville, TN. There's a whole lot to love about Nashville, and I will be there more in the future. I kind of have to since Max-the-dog met Rocky-the-dog and has discovered how very very much he loves other dogs.
In between travel (driving driving driving), I've managed some valuable time with dear friends from NYC while they were visiting, not nearly enough time with dear friends here in the Old Pueblo, and am greatly looking forward to visits from friends from other places who are coming soon soon soon.
Mostly, I'm just really still grateful for what I have, and the amazing people I know. And today, I was reminded after a talk with a fellow artist - that the tendency toward hermitage (those who know, will know why that's funny as hell), isn't always a good thing when it comes to interpersonal relationships. (But it IS a good thing, for those who know. <grin>)
Speaking of that artist? I'm honored to be the proud, and excited new owner of a table saw with a fantastic creative pedigree. If you don't know his work, do yourself a favor and check him out. I fell in love with his pieces on first sight, and the shine hasn't dimmed. Keith Marroquin, over at Stinkbug Studios. Go ahead. Go look. I'll wait.
See? Grateful! And another artist traded me for a veritable boatload of dry pigments. Yep. Color me happy. I'm pretty sure I got the better end of that deal.
So why the title on this post? For me, spring cleaning was always pretty much a myth. The closest I ever really got to anything close was opening the windows. Sometimes though, its enough to open the windows and let the air in - let the birdsong in - let the scent of orange blossoms and the promise of rain in. Sometimes, just opening the window is enough.