all is quiet(ish) on the western front.

Hardly.

The cold medicine has a firm hold on me right now, so I will not try too hard to describe the last ten blizzardy, whirlwind full days. The things that transpired! Rejoicing over heat and water in the airstream, playing a vegas style white elephant with found/made objects at the PoHo Ho Ho Holiday Potluck, romping with Kelt through days and days of snow (most of which disappeared in the last thirty six hours due to torrential downpours), negotiating a commision and starting to create it, stretching things out at the yoga studio, finishing work for this First Friday at the PoetHouse. And I can't forget Christmas spent relaxing and enjoying a wonderful dinner with friends. Wow.



The commision I am working on is for TBD Advertising, who shares the building with the PoetHouse. They are working on a project for RedVine Licorice- and I am creating an American flag out of (essentially) Red Vine Wrappers. And it's big. The total size is going to be around 25 by 38 inches. Due date- the 5th. So, if it's quiet over here, now you know why.

IF you are in the area, however, Come by the PoetHouse for First Friday this week- all new work from the resident artists! And maybe hot toddies.

Alex Reisfar...

About a week ago, I sat down with another one of Bend's Artists to talk art. We had tea...
Here's the result (sorry for the lame post, I am battling a wicked cold).

That's what I get.

I got derailed this weekend with a helluva virus, thanks in part to the last few weeks of moonlight hikes and rock shows, I'm sure.  This morning I am feeling much better, but foggy-brained.  Coming into the studio and taking photos of the work in progress makes me realize that the next three weeks need Major Focus Time. 

Chicken Little, closer to fine.

This is the most dangerous time for  these pieces.  It's when I start to get down to details that things can go dreadfully wrong.  Of course, that is all part of the process. My friend Christine over at Du Buh Du had a similar situation a few weeks ago, and described it very elegantly.

Not sure what the story is on this one yet. A smaller one, quickly done last week before the illness set in.

The Owls are Not what They Seem.

"(S)he finds that lions do not understand (her) language."

In other news, the Art for India auction was last night at the PoetHouse.  I don't know the exact results yet of the fundraiser, but when I left at seven (I didn't want my wheezing to distract from the great live music), the loft was packed and the canvas that I had worked had sold several sections.  

All right. Back to work, ignoring the most beautiful day outside...