The Biggest Heart

How old is old enough to die? Never, and certainly not early 60's. My auntie PK died yesterday. We got a call Thanksgiving evening saying she had been found unconscious earlier that day, and a brain scan indicated a "massive brain hemmorrage."

Our family uses the phrase 'silly goose', and PK was certainly that. She had a huge heart, especially for the underdog, and if she was on your side you had a friend, a champion, a bulldog on your team. She was Generous, Opinionated, sometimes Obsessive, and loved to laugh. PK loved treasure hunting and bargains and was an amazingly talented (self-taught? god-given?) artist. She was a sister, a mom, an auntie, a friend.

For many years PK endured much suffering with her health. The docs never seemed to be able to figure out what the problem was, yet she kept on through the overwhelming fatigue and incapacitating months-long headaches. My mom, her sister, says she was very brave and never gave up hope. At times she gave up some things, like opening her mail, but never hope.

We love you PK, and will deeply miss you.

Red Toenails; acrylic on canvas; 24" x 30" (i think)

Untitled as yet; acrylic etc. on canvas; 24" x 48"

ORCHID CHAIR
(a.k.a. "Keep an Open Mind About Chartreuse")
original; mixed media; 24" x 36"

For some reason lately I have found it even harder to post here to the blog. Perhaps it is due to the jacked up way in which one must go about getting a photo from iPhoto to a new post. I just hate it when the rules or process I have learned changes...imagine if every few months, or every time you got a new car, all the traffic rules changed! "So sorry ma'am, green now means STOP---didn't you read your new RoadRules Installation Manual? Oh, and if someone hits you from behind: your fault!"

This pic is of one of my recent paintings...one of the things I've been doing while not posting to the blog. There are other things I find it hard to do lately, some of which are:
mop the floors
cook (I'm assuming toasting bagels does not count)
write thank-you notes for thoughtful birthday gifts (you know who you are)
fold laundry
not be bitter and angry when it rains (today)
call anyone.

The good news is that i have been painting a fair amount, so will perhaps post another example soon-ish.

Tic Talk

Here is the finished piece I was commissioned to do through a connection Holly has (thankfully she was too busy to take the project herself, as she is the REAL artist, and if I knew more about computers I would insert a link to her website so y'all could see that for yourselves. I'd say something clever like go 'here' and the word here would be underlined and turn blue and when you clicked on it Holly's artwork would magically appear. Unfortunately we'll have to do it the old-fashioned way and you may go to dubdubdub dot hollysharp dot com). But enough about Holly, back to me!

So this piece was commissioned as a gift for a guy named Tic as part of the celebration of his 30 years at a parTICular organization. His colleagues (and friends?) were asked to submit three words describing him, and my job was to take that three-pages-long column of words/phrases and put each and every one of them onto the piece. I believe today is the day he was to be presented with the piece, so fingers crossed!

COMMISSIONED

My friend Danelle stages houses which are for sale and contacted me last week to give her a hand with a current project in Berkeley. She put me in charge of the custom artwork with generally specific instructions and 3 canvasses (is that the plural for "canvas"?). The instructions were the following 3 words with the corresponding description of an image, done in "70's-ish" font:
"fly" with 3 birds
"dream" with clouds, and
"hope" with a horizon.

Whaddaya think, did I nail it? Danelle thought so. And I thought it was SO FUN!

I am back to painting after traveling. It feels great! This one is intended as a wedding gift for Josh & Marilyn. I tried something new with it which I am quite excited about. From thrift stores I bought a bible, a dictionary and a hymn book, took out a few pages, sprayed them differing colors, then tore the shapes to make wings for the birds (adhered them with decoupage glue). So fun!

Mockba = Moscow
and
Ballerina inside a metro station.

Map of the metro.

One of many scowling Russians.

Moscow's version of Starbucks.

LAST NIGHT IN MOSCOW

Sorry John, but I actually hope tonight IS my last night, and day, in Moscow. Moscow and I just didn't "click" like say Paris and me or Florence and me. But (s)he started it!--(s)he just wasn't very nice to me right from the start. What with the film of dirt everywhere, the nasal-burning air pollution, the masses of people, the pushing masses of people, the scowling & pushing masses of smoking people, the busy and nearly indecipherable metro system, the lack of any language other than russian, AND the fact that they use an almost-entirely-different alphabet! When you don't even recognize the letters it becomes extra difficult to track words.

But we made the best of it, or at least the best we were able to make of it. We navigated our way around several times on the metro all by ourselves (and the 7 million other daily riders), meaning WITHOUT a russian-speaking guide, as some lightweights are known to use. Once we got the hang of it and understood how to determine the direction of the various train lines, it felt do-able, and is a seemingly comprehensive system---it has a lot of differing lines and stops anyway.

Observing some of the cultural differences and/or customs has been facinating. People park pretty much anywhere, including on the sidewalks and the rounded parts of street corners. Crosswalks are "use at your own risk" and on more than one occasion I watched drivers speed up to get into the crosswalk as people stepped off the curb. It appears perfectly acceptable to crowd and push in front of others when there is a bunch-up at say an escalator or a train. It's ok to drink beer or whatever on the street or the metro or wherever...it was odd to see people sitting on the train, beer bottle in hand. Thankfully the metro is one place smoking is not allowed.

Today we went to a well-known convent with more cool onion domes. Tomorrow Craig is off to Bucharest, and I am bailing and heading home!

Today I almost got eaten by a wolf!

OZZ F3ST COM3S TO MOSCOW!

Moscow sights.

Pastels in Mockba.

Proof we were indeed in Moscow.

One of my all time faves!

Last night was our final evening in Praha. We got a bit lost on our way back to the hotel and came upon this wonky building pictured above. I don't know what it is, don't really care, just think it is fun. Quite a contrast to the rest of the architecture of the city. Have I mentioned that Praha is rather expensive? Not as much as London, but still. We ordered two americano's at the airport this morning, and they were FIVE DOLLARS each. Not even 12 ounces worth, either. Last night I wandered through a department store in Wenceslaus Square, and was astounded at the prices. The merchandise was comparable to, say Mervyn's or Kohl's, but the prices were more like Macy's or Nordstrom, or even higher. Weird.

We arrived in Moscow this afternoon and I immediately proceeded to take a nap. Followed by dinner in one of the hotel restaurants* then back to the room to cuddle up to my computer. This is what happens when I pass the two week mark while traveling: I hibernate in the hotel and am determined to find nothing else interesting nor amuzing ever again. Until tomorrow. Should be a rockin' party in Red Square what with Boris being dead and all. I am SO there.

*ok, so the restaurant: apparently the waitstaff here has apprenticed with the good and kind and ever-attentive waitstaff in India, as they are expert hover-ers, watching every move a diner makes. Quite frankly, this pisses me off as much in Moscow as it did in Bangalore. I understand that culturally it must be thought of as a good thing, but all it does is make me feel like a captive animal in a zoo. Good thing I didn't start scratching my bum and throwing feces.

Um, ok, a cute cuddly cartoon teddy bear with an assault rifle? Oh, I get it, communism has something for everyone, from kids to grown men! No wonder it was such a big hit.

On our second day in Praha we rode the subway to the area near Praha Castle, walked up the hill to it, then wandered through. It is more like a village than what I would normally think of as a castle...many impressive buildings rather than a single one. We then meandered back to the subway and took it to the old jewish section where we toured a synagogue and an ancient graveyard. Inside the synagogue many thousands of names have been hand painted on the walls as a remembrance of the tens of thousands (or more?) who were murdered during the Nazi era but for whom there is no grave. These names cover all the interior surfaces of the building, downstairs and up, and represent a small evidence of what we are capable of doing to one another.

Another section was a generous display of artwork, and a few toys, done by children during that era. What struck me the most about it was not the art but rather my own heart; the display room was not large, and many of us there were. I was ready to leave, and yet there were people shoulder to shoulder with me on every side. They were not concerned with getting out of my way, as I felt they should be. As I excused my way brusquely through, I was realizing how immediately my self interest manifests, and how I wish that were not the case were I REALLY put to a test...a real test, not just clueless people in my way at a holocaust museum.........Indications are not good......God help us all, me especially (or would saying "you especially" be less selfish? if so, then by all means, you first).

Barbie made it to Prague Castle! Who knew?

St. Vitus church in the background.

St. Vitus church inside Prague Castle. The Castle is more like a small town rather than one building.

Cappucino break.

Shutters on a puppet store.

What
Souvenir
Would
Jesus
Buy
?

A jewish cemetary spanning many centuries.

Vintage cars may be hired for sightseeing tours. We walked.

Giddy-up!