Jaunts

I've been working on getting out of the house and the studio and, well, refilling the creative well, lately. The past two weekends have been great, a good dip into Virginia's artistic waters.

As mentioned in the last post, I took a lovely drive on Saturday up to Onancock for the grand opening of the Red Queen Gallery; it was a marvelous day, filled with incredible art, good conversation, amazing weather, a a ship, a stop at the Book Bin in Onley on the way back, and some breathtaking views of the Chesapeake Bay (I've driven over the Chesapeake Bay Bridge-Tunnel so many times that it takes a lot to make me stop the car for a closer look, but I did on Saturday, and I'll be posting those photographs on the other blog shortly).

And on Saturday, the 8th, I headed down Route 13 to downtown Suffolk for the "Taste of Suffolk" festival. My real purpose was to see a group of artists participate in a painting circle, hosted by Angelia of Red Thread Studio, who posted a note on the Etsy forums. Each artist worked on a canvas for 20 minutes, then passed the canvas on to the next person. The result was a collection of six vivid collaborative pieces of art, which were auctioned off at the end of the day (I'm still disappointed that I didn't win one, but, ah, well).

It was fascinating to watch the works in progress, growing and changing with each artist's uniquely identifiable touch, and the artists themselves were charming and very willing to chat with the passersby. Definitely worth the trip.

No need to curtsy, unless you want to.

Oh... yes. I've always wanted my own title. Doesn't everyone?

My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is: Milady the Most Honourable Alison the Omnipresent of Walk upon Water Get your Peculiar Aristocratic Title

I'm not sure about the word "honourable" because it sounds so stern and judge-like, but I do like the rest of it. Maybe I'll get another one tomorrow. You can get your very own, here.

Via Belinda of Bel's Nook.

(Just a side note... my two blogs are in a neck-and-neck race for number of posts... this post brings this blog into the lead with 82 posts, but lest the other one feel neglected, feel free to pop on over there to read my latest art-related news.)

Coming Attractions

It's always when I post the least that it seems the most is happening. That seems a bit backwards. I'll work on that.

I am delighted to announce that I've joined the Fantasy Artists of Etsy street team, and I look forward to becoming part of this amazing group of artists.

I've also signed up for two art shows/sales in the Hampton Roads area:

I'll be in Artist's Alley at FantaSci 6 at the Hampton Roads Convention Center on September 29 and 30.

And, pending acceptance, I will be part of the Handmade Parade hosted by the Norfolk Craft Mafia on November 10.

I am very excited about both shows (although a bit nervous). I've been drawing and painting like a fiend to have enough work just to fill up my table. (Which also means that if you had any intention of purchasing one of the originals I have in my Etsy shop right now, step right up, because I'll be taking them with me to the show in two weeks).

If you're in the area, please stop by and say hello.

This weekend, I also had the opportunity to attend the Grand Opening of the Red Queen Gallery, in the charming town of Onancock, Virginia, where ten of my paintings are eagerly seeking new homes. It was a marvelous event. The gallery looks beautiful, open and sun-filled and colorful, and I am both awed by the work of the other artists and honored to be in their company. If you're anywhere near there, do stop in, and, while you're there, take a map of the town, also drawn by yours truly. And on top of seeing the gallery and meeting a number of wonderful people, I took a jaunt down to the wharf, and scrambled all over the Godspeed for a while. Any day with a ship in it is a good day, is it not?

Conversation at My House

LIVING ROOM, LAST NIGHT:

ALISON: Aieeee! OWWWW, ow, ow, ow, OWWWW. Ah, that hurts!

AL: What happened?

ALISON: I don't know! I stepped on something! My foot hurts!

(ALISON collapses onto couch, grabs aching heel, reaches down, picks up small, hard object off of floor, and holds it up for Al to see.)

AL: (pause) You got attacked by a Hershey's Kiss?

Toes in the Water

It's a little overwhelming, really. I have 926 photographs from my road trip.* That doesn't count the 20 to 30 I already deleted. So it may take me a while to go through them all thoroughly, and I certainly have no intentions of making you all look at 926 photographs, anyway. But perhaps you'd enjoy a quick taste, with a heartier sampler to come.

On this trip, I...

... made the acquaintance of a barn kitten at the Laura Ingalls homestead...



... snapped only one good photo at Mount Rushmore before the camera battery died....



... discovered, at least once a day, why so many people call summer "road construction season"...



... drove through a forest fire...



...almost ran off the road a few times because the Columbia River Gorge is so incredibly beautiful... my photographs don't even come close to doing it justice...



...found myself - or my tattoo, really - to be an object of fascination...



...spent some time traveling alongside a future meal...



... learned that small town America doesn't just exist in the movies...



... found our next house, a nice little fixer-upper (good road access, potential for a ski ramp in the back yard)... hey, real estate near Steamboat Springs isn't cheap...



... learned the answer to the question, "Mom, why do you think that field over there is so yellow?," once we got up close...



...met a retired Thoroughbred, although, really, he wasn't all that keen on meeting a bunch of strangers...



... and whole-heartedly disagreed with the statement that once you've seen a sunset, you've seen them all, because, oh, my, oh, my, this might just have been the best sunset I've ever seen in my entire life.

I also spent a lot of time lamenting that, with such a tight schedule, I didn't have more time to get out the car and take better photographs. I suppose I'll just have to go again.

* That's approximately 1 photograph for every 7 miles driven, which, honestly, doesn't seem like that much to me, when I look at it that way.