tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-222665012024-03-07T16:36:47.901-05:00Tracy Helgeson ArtTracy Helgesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07510044613771862211noreply@blogger.comBlogger769125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22266501.post-43262400787146855342012-10-01T15:25:00.000-04:002012-10-01T15:44:48.366-04:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdjst8XVpnZxcvCxh9nSsTKNcz6mx8TDub_MXold0SNZZCur69vsGO-RK2l95fdI5nLKDmnpdpzoAAXbrqFuJAooMyVacV7GD4W4aLX3JiWeFSYfX4ACEOmZHLEJYUR24MJryK/s1600/TheOldHouse72.24x18.2012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="400" width="306" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdjst8XVpnZxcvCxh9nSsTKNcz6mx8TDub_MXold0SNZZCur69vsGO-RK2l95fdI5nLKDmnpdpzoAAXbrqFuJAooMyVacV7GD4W4aLX3JiWeFSYfX4ACEOmZHLEJYUR24MJryK/s400/TheOldHouse72.24x18.2012.jpg" /></a></div><i>The Old House, 24x18, Oil on Wood Panel, 2012</i><br />
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Well, so here we are. It's no secret that I have been spotty about posting here for several years. I have always WANTED to keep it going but I just kinda lost my words and direction. I felt like I had told all my good stories and didn't want to start repeating them. eventually I just felt like I just didn't have as much time or the right energy to sit down and put together a good post. I guess facebook played a part, it certainly was an interesting challenge to communicate in a less wordy format and I like the immediacy of the feedback too. So for whatever reason(s) after almost 7 years, 773 posts, almost a half million page views, countless new friends, many of whom I still adore despite having never met in real life, I have decided to stop posting here. <br />
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But..... <br />
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While this could be considered goodbye, it's really just goodbye blogger. I have finally gotten The Painter's Farm website up and running and there just so happens to be a blog feature there, which I plan to take advantage of. I am not sure yet how that will evolve, but I do expect that the website will be a process, many new updates, photos, art talk and hopefully plenty of chit chat and silliness too. <br />
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So let's do links, 'cause I know we'll always be together (obscure movie reference!).<br />
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<a href="http://www.thepaintersfarm.com/">The Painter's Farm</a><br />
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Mostly farm talk (and cute animals!) at The Painter's Farm on <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Painters-Farm/287928681228063">facebook</a> (I have been kinda quiet there lately, but will be picking it back up now that everything else is set)<br />
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Mostly art talk at Tracy Helgeson Art on <a href="https://www.facebook.com/tracyhelgesonart">facebook</a><br />
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<a href="https://twitter.com/tracyhelgeson">Twitter</a> ( I am not very good on twitter, but you can follow me if ya want. I put out a few gems here and there, but can't seem to keep up with the conversations very well, oops)<br />
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In closing, I would like to say that creating this blog has been one of the most fulfilling things I have ever done. It gave me a voice, reminded me that I could actually write, and introduced me to many fascinating people at a time when I was so isolated on a farm after a cross country move to a new town. It was so wonderful to connect with other artists and receive their support and friendship at a time when I was trying to build my career. <br />
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And now after writing that, I really feel sad about ending this! But I know it is time to move on. I will leave this blog up for as long as blogger will have me (hopefully I will get around to documenting my posts before they kick me out!) as I think there is some value in this thing we did.<br />
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Tracy Helgesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07510044613771862211noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22266501.post-27821982721398136772012-04-30T13:21:00.002-04:002013-04-14T13:53:44.565-04:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimoeyfDg_SnTNFkH7MHXcgauBy61ldGMLcQkRo3CAnNaIvhyphenhypheniWHMRg-Wi6mH_QsaAdI0ezgMFUhrB8yI549RdL09GBeVFuzCH-75HKMjlEukjw-mu3UTamgYsmNKhc5RLmCUGq/s1600/Clear%2526Opaque72.10x8.2012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style=""><img border="0" height="400" width="322" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimoeyfDg_SnTNFkH7MHXcgauBy61ldGMLcQkRo3CAnNaIvhyphenhypheniWHMRg-Wi6mH_QsaAdI0ezgMFUhrB8yI549RdL09GBeVFuzCH-75HKMjlEukjw-mu3UTamgYsmNKhc5RLmCUGq/s400/Clear%2526Opaque72.10x8.2012.jpg" /></a></div><i>Clear&Opaque, 10"x8" Oil on Panel, 2012</i><br />
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In a true partnership of my current interests, I am currently spending my days painting in the studio AND tending to goats, chickens, kids and an expanded garden. The chores MUST be done each day but we also still need my income from painting, despite the fact that making art as a day job sounds completely ridiculous. And yes, the irony of voluntarily choosing two of the lowest paying professions has not escaped me either. heh.<br />
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Anyway, the farm thing is on track, well as much as something so unpredictable can be. And I am pleased to report that the art part is also picking up and while I hate to be TOO optimistic (at least not out loud and in print:)) I do have a feeling that there might be some shifts in the art world air. I had a very successful show at The Harrison Gallery in March marked by great feedback from the director and also by the fact that I didn't have to go back and pick up any unsold work, a good sign. They kept the few pieces left for their inventory and just shipped back a few of the smaller pieces that received NO interest. Always good to have some grounding, eh???<br />
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Last week I drove down to Piermont, NY to deliver about 15 pieces to a gallery/shop that has been interested in my work. This came about via a friend, which we all know is always the nicest and least stressful way for new galleries to come along! Piermont is a beautiful little town that is very close to NYC, in fact it is far, FAR closer to the city than I would normally prefer to drive myself, but I was trying to be a grown up about it all. The drive was actually without incident, although it <i>was</i> a bit crazy on the thruway just as I was getting to my exit. And even though the drive back was totally fine I did manage to give myself a really incredible tension headache and by the time I got home I thought my head was going to split open, took me a bit to recover from that. Turns out I might be too old and/or too delicate to drive 7-8 hours in one day.....<br />
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ANYWAY. <a href="http://www.theoutsideinpiermont.com/">The Outside In Piermont</a> is wonderful. It is actually more of a shop than a straight up gallery, although they show some wonderful art and I am pleased to be included. I have to say that my work looked great in their environment! Their emphasis is on natural, handmade objects, garden art, etc. I also really appreciated the enthusiasm that the owners expressed about my paintings, my palette and especially about the still life/bottle themed paintings I have been working on lately. They really liked the two that I brought them (see above). <br />
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And while I don't have any more solo shows scheduled for the rest of this year, I do have several group shows coming up, in addition to quite a few events that will feature The Painter's Farm products, many of which feature small format paintings. I will be updating things soon, in between studio time and shoveling dirt......Tracy Helgesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07510044613771862211noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22266501.post-71812909384315067002012-04-17T16:44:00.000-04:002012-04-18T13:21:28.755-04:00My Very Own Escape Artist<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix2igFKlw7C25OPLSwCUkqXCqvjVOgj5zxe-xfT9tDV-lf_7dHWPZJu6cPkIsznywDkWQixR_53a7U0an1ILxO06ZRHEy66JDH0iKax1ppIjhbBPZn_9j37ovkqdwSZod0SDyY/s1600/Kodiak4.17.2012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style=""><img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix2igFKlw7C25OPLSwCUkqXCqvjVOgj5zxe-xfT9tDV-lf_7dHWPZJu6cPkIsznywDkWQixR_53a7U0an1ILxO06ZRHEy66JDH0iKax1ppIjhbBPZn_9j37ovkqdwSZod0SDyY/s400/Kodiak4.17.2012.jpg" /></a></div><br />
I think I might have to change Kodiak's name to Houdini. <br />
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Despite working to dismantle the fence all winter, she has made some amazing progress on it in the last few days; she broke out on Monday and came down to the patio door to say hi to us. This event led to both Doug and I losing a good portion of our workday to fixing the situation. Doug went up to the garden, which is where Kodiak and JB (the wether) have been housed all winter. The garden fence is sort of patched together, it is a combination of very old rusty and bent wire fence, topped off with a plastic deer fence that we added to keep the deer out last summer. Then we determined that she tried extra hard to get out because despite the fact that I had given them plenty of hay that morning, there was NO hay in their feeder and since they were so obviously starving, Kodiak decided to go find food so clearly this was all my fault.<br />
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Anyway, while Doug patched together the fencing (again) I put Kodiak on a leash and walked around with her a bit. At one point she was in the house with me while I answered the phone. Then I decided to try out the milk stand that Doug built and check her hooves. I knew her front hooves needed some attention but I was shocked by how bad the back ones looked. After trying out quite a few different positions, most of which caused both of us some pain, I managed to do an ok job of getting them trimmed, despite being convinced that she also had foot rot (she doesn't; I was in a melodramatic mood). I probably have to work on the back ones a bit more but will wait to do that for another week, we both need a rest I think!<br />
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Doug and I both figured he had closed up all the soft spots in the fence but today, while I was out this afternoon for a few hours, Kodiak got out of the garden not just once but 4 times! Poor Doug! He had to catch her, get her back up to the garden, figure out where she got out, then try to fix the spot. Each time Kodiak escaped she went in a different direction; first down to the patio, another time she went to visit the bee hives, then it was off to the secret garden. Most notable however, was her visit to the chicken coop which is just off the patio. She went into their yard through the human door (it was open, the chickens were out <s>having a party in my flower garden</s> free ranging) <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWrzBkJ3huZxunezaEM5ReBLkM0jCwi6OGpH4RuDibn_53pBvvzSvZxu9TSR-BFk4JIDQmu7GM8UEccQw6kUEdOuwPMNnP81KuoheVbiN-N3OVs89RuO1FK7tG1gQ7-fv2OJ24/s1600/ChickenYard2012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style=""><img border="0" height="400" width="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWrzBkJ3huZxunezaEM5ReBLkM0jCwi6OGpH4RuDibn_53pBvvzSvZxu9TSR-BFk4JIDQmu7GM8UEccQw6kUEdOuwPMNnP81KuoheVbiN-N3OVs89RuO1FK7tG1gQ7-fv2OJ24/s400/ChickenYard2012.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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You can't even make this up, people! The chicken door is 14" high by 10" wide and I know this because I went out and measured it when I got home and Doug told me the story. <br />
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I can't even imagine how she did it, but Doug got there just as the hens that had been inside were fleeing out squawking and flapping their wings and found her standing innocently inside the coop. I am almost sorry I missed that scene.......<br />
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We REALLY need to get the fence up around their new home now and move them to their new home. I have also decided that we are definitely adding a few hot lines there, I have been on the fence about that recently because I didn't think they could get out. <br />
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These goats are turning me into a cynic.Tracy Helgesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07510044613771862211noreply@blogger.com45tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22266501.post-5429514157499429042012-04-07T17:58:00.001-04:002012-04-07T17:58:51.162-04:00The Painter's Farm LLC!Well, The Painter's Farm is really coming along here. It is now an LLC, there are tax ID numbers, a shitload of paperwork going on and don't even talk to me about taxes, exemptions, deductions and agricultural licensing procedures, yikes!
Besides all that busyness, spring is springing and there is a ton of stuff to do. The new goat barn arrived a few weeks ago. I was incredibly impressed with how smoothly the Amish fellows put it into place, they had a really cool shed delivery trailer thing, even I had to admire it!
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We initially planned to put it further down into the pasture but decided it would be too difficult for this girly girl to get down there in the winter. So we put it closer to the road and just across the road from our house, next to the hen's retirement home:
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Looking up towards the house:
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The barn (well, technically it's a shed) is 12 x 18, kinda small but it's a good start for my goat herd:
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The goats will have a GREAT view:
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and in their front yard there is an old silo foundation with a tree next to it for them to decimate, which they will be VERY happy about. I suspect there will be a lot of 'King of the Hill' games here:
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In the meantime we are slowly working on the fence and I do mean slowly. I spent several days measuring out the new pasture until my life was made infinitely better after I purchased a measuring thingy that you push along on the ground as you walk. Once I got that baby, I finished up all the post placements in one afternoon!! Then a guy (neighbor/farmer/handyman) came and put the posts in, he pushed them down into the grown with a front loader. It seemed strange but hey, it worked.
Doug was out of town for all that fun, but since he returned he has been adding the posts that need to be set in concrete; corner posts and gate posts. Oh and a few of them needed new holes which he is hand digging in between his day job and sleep. Also, he has to work around an old barn foundation that seems to be located just a few inches down everywhere that we want to put in a post. Anyway, I think <s>we</s> he will be working on attaching the wire fence this week, the neighbor/farmer/handyman guy is going to help with that, while I supervise. heh.
But this is where we are today:
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Oh and I have to get back into the studio to start some new work this week. Can you believe that a gallery contacted me that is actually interested in both my paintings AND The Painter's Farm honey/soap products????? What are the odds of that???? Will update on that when things get official....
PS. Gratuitous cute photo of Stevienicks who managed to get caught with a bucket around her middle and then me saving her while everyone else "helped" me.
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2ANlX1OEVr_I1WNqaEMVfVB8yivl3OB9TkMfRcWWY9jRqJIIHP28bj1lisAIfyxHzlLgoWdSrGEkMt9hyphenhyphenAUVTCP0pSzCDBaGmEqgbmvovgFroO4AgaJh4695-nIa9QfVRcj0L/s1600/MeSavingGoat4.6.2012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style=""><img border="0" height="400" width="269" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2ANlX1OEVr_I1WNqaEMVfVB8yivl3OB9TkMfRcWWY9jRqJIIHP28bj1lisAIfyxHzlLgoWdSrGEkMt9hyphenhyphenAUVTCP0pSzCDBaGmEqgbmvovgFroO4AgaJh4695-nIa9QfVRcj0L/s400/MeSavingGoat4.6.2012.jpg" /></a></div>Tracy Helgesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07510044613771862211noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22266501.post-46414906042732083552012-03-14T13:53:00.004-04:002012-03-14T14:29:44.515-04:00Drowning in a Sea of Cuteness<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje9jbrcHrkmPGNa4M80GPfrgMaV5m12TfumOzdJ6grugcst0_REq1QXRY1jQFdTttYgsIkd4Bf46p8MAfoRkZlzo9uHRJTgtmPNZio1ikZry707Oj6Jpc-1xnCT76JBoXRGU6e/s1600/GingerGildaradner3.4.12.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje9jbrcHrkmPGNa4M80GPfrgMaV5m12TfumOzdJ6grugcst0_REq1QXRY1jQFdTttYgsIkd4Bf46p8MAfoRkZlzo9uHRJTgtmPNZio1ikZry707Oj6Jpc-1xnCT76JBoXRGU6e/s400/GingerGildaradner3.4.12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719816190431365586" /></a><br />Turns out the best way for me to avoid post show meltdowns, is to pick up 3 unbearably cute baby goats on the morning after the opening reception.<br /><br />But let me back up here. A few years ago I met <a href="http://beekman1802.com/">Brent,</a> one half of <a href="http://planetgreen.discovery.com/tv/the-fabulous-beekman-boys/the-fabulous-beekman-boys.html">The Fabulous Beekman Boys</a> and he said that when I was ready to take the plunge and raise goats, I could buy a few from them in the spring when their goats have their babies (they don't keep all the kids, many go to auction and some are sold to various people in the area). It took me awhile to get it together but last fall when I impulsively decided to get 2 goats from another friend of mine, I knew that I would also have to get a few from the Beekman farm too, just to round things out. <br /><br />So I have been in contact with John, who is the actual goat guy and he let me know that he would have kids that would be ready to go at the beginning of March. Doug and I went out to the farm to meet John and see the goats. We also met Polka Spot, the diva llama. She had been outside but came in when she heard us, the crowd of goats parted like the Red Sea when she breezed into the barn, and I am not even joking! She seemed to like me; she didn't spit or hiss at me and even let me rub her neck. She definitely had an attitude though. Anyway, a few weeks later, after there were even more kids to choose from, my daughter Ginger and I went back out to the farm. I had decided to get 2 doelings. We each picked one (VERY difficult, have I said how freaking cute baby goats are????) and I arranged to pick them up on the weekend that my show would be opening. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWvL4I-qx1rV90Fd6TyOfm5wLBMvZb9IqBELJ2wS4D4g-6Ij0N8BGzs5y394bSsDJBrmMNs0UeXBxD_K_BnsCJfkuvf1DQ3nJKxEcl2tHwz8rje4NqeGokC8taXftUtyVXo2AG/s1600/BarnStudy%2523527.72.4x4.2012.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 397px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWvL4I-qx1rV90Fd6TyOfm5wLBMvZb9IqBELJ2wS4D4g-6Ij0N8BGzs5y394bSsDJBrmMNs0UeXBxD_K_BnsCJfkuvf1DQ3nJKxEcl2tHwz8rje4NqeGokC8taXftUtyVXo2AG/s400/BarnStudy%2523527.72.4x4.2012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719798415512511874" /></a><br /><i>Barn Study#527, 4"x4" Oil on Panel, 2012</i><br /><br />The gallery opening was wonderful and Doug and I really enjoyed ourselves. The small format paintings proved to be a good choice for this show; quite a few had already sold by the time we arrived and those who attended the opening seemed to enjoy putting together small groupings of them. Several collectors were also there and it was really nice to talk with them. It was a good night!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfk0Q8-A8ZZ76v8BC54pdOIENSOanyrriYXADp4P37yJ0dZxxX4P_C6iHlig6-hjlz4EFmdE3VWNFraxWS92BgP6h4GSFRnOtqEOjImB6KXjlZmYcCMpcX2eTZt0BzD_OlqsKx/s1600/BottleStudy%2523523.72.7x5.2012.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfk0Q8-A8ZZ76v8BC54pdOIENSOanyrriYXADp4P37yJ0dZxxX4P_C6iHlig6-hjlz4EFmdE3VWNFraxWS92BgP6h4GSFRnOtqEOjImB6KXjlZmYcCMpcX2eTZt0BzD_OlqsKx/s400/BottleStudy%2523523.72.7x5.2012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719798410724580786" /></a><br /><i>Bottle Study#532, 7"x5" Oil on Panel, 2012</i><br /><br />After doing the chores bright and early the next morning, I went on out to the Beekman farm (it's about 40 minutes away) to pick up the goats. While I was there I impulsively decided to get a buckling (who would eventually be castrated) as a companion to JB when I separate the pregnant girls from the boys next winter. Thinking ahead in the face of all that goat-y cuteness is tough but I managed! And that's how we got Jonbonjovi:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5F6Kz6IHHVZL70oehHXRRg3jCzpqWPc9tjh_8ipxG5CTM6ifu-y6kHapydmK3lYihNR7jibivPsB5S5d4vKSF-AVGmTaijHEontDIk5FNzTPDAOLmNeXnehJljhcrG7E2036b/s1600/Jonbonjovi3.14.12.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5F6Kz6IHHVZL70oehHXRRg3jCzpqWPc9tjh_8ipxG5CTM6ifu-y6kHapydmK3lYihNR7jibivPsB5S5d4vKSF-AVGmTaijHEontDIk5FNzTPDAOLmNeXnehJljhcrG7E2036b/s400/Jonbonjovi3.14.12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719804849558864274" /></a><br /><br />I named them (from left) Stevienicks, Jonbonjovi and Gildaradner. MY kids don't appreciate my concept here with the names but I think it's funny and strangely enough the names fit their personalities.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsYUw3NNZLzt0x2fZRqrRx0SFOyodKH1sbS1gnx-wSu6Tg-s53f-E5yfQhvg5-zBmEmDUsaJs3PzscUeJ3ytia-O5oorLDN_jZ6ymq-ynwk5zlu2UnW1TD836jrpKtfrlPxNSw/s1600/StevienicksJonbonjoviGildaradner3.4.12.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsYUw3NNZLzt0x2fZRqrRx0SFOyodKH1sbS1gnx-wSu6Tg-s53f-E5yfQhvg5-zBmEmDUsaJs3PzscUeJ3ytia-O5oorLDN_jZ6ymq-ynwk5zlu2UnW1TD836jrpKtfrlPxNSw/s400/StevienicksJonbonjoviGildaradner3.4.12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719793758716302386" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDqVcCNIJCSK332scwkhVi25WuVItMIOKxkYssHbqxI3X6iK89xzr30-z-3HKVGmOB1uX66R6zojAKYNjsS2QhupDVALaRSmd-lTTqMiEd3DQyS3B978LRCkpaK9i37VKajthd/s1600/GingerFeedingGoat3.9.12.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDqVcCNIJCSK332scwkhVi25WuVItMIOKxkYssHbqxI3X6iK89xzr30-z-3HKVGmOB1uX66R6zojAKYNjsS2QhupDVALaRSmd-lTTqMiEd3DQyS3B978LRCkpaK9i37VKajthd/s400/GingerFeedingGoat3.9.12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719793784556332658" /></a><br /><br />The last week has passed in a busy, but pleasant blur of goat feedings, watching them play, soapmaking, cleaning the house, and worrying about the nighttime temps. Doug built a wood house and and small pen for the goats inside our garage, which is just basically a tin building and everything inside of it freezes in the winter. Although we have had a very mild winter, the first few nights that we had the kids it got down to about 8 degrees. But they managed just fine with their heat lamp, a few blankets draped over the house and some extra hay bedding, so I forced myself to leave them be after a few nights of checking on them at 2am. We did bring them inside for their feedings though for the first week or so, mostly because WE didn't want to sit in the freezing cold to feed them; they LOVE being in the house! Luckily, Mr. Wilson is turning out to be a good herd dog, he keeps everyone moving when they come in and out. He also pays close attention to feeding time. We may have to change his name to "Sheriff". You can see him here doing his circus trick; we did NOT teach him that btw.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8BhaDbiDZaNV8I_-y5FUUiDhbAv8EdwEhmQYCFrPrA0j8U2WmU74ovkJWCd0nijyG69MIhSfj0xVO8GJ0Box3zd6RyqZrX1Iva_Yt0HnriAxtEmi5Bex56_wuPAMsFevH3cg0/s1600/KidPen3.4.12.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8BhaDbiDZaNV8I_-y5FUUiDhbAv8EdwEhmQYCFrPrA0j8U2WmU74ovkJWCd0nijyG69MIhSfj0xVO8GJ0Box3zd6RyqZrX1Iva_Yt0HnriAxtEmi5Bex56_wuPAMsFevH3cg0/s400/KidPen3.4.12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719793766332770450" /></a><br /><br />Now that it is MUCH warmer, we have been feeding them through the fence of their pen in the garage. Gildaradner prefers to sit in someone's lap while having her bottle, but turns out she is not really married to that quirk when she is really hungry, heh.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrIznK5OLhExd0Py5bxZXZ1ohnjwqbEAUO-97ocSv_3SJB17DlkmfFubmgyU4_OoQZ1Zxj_vpwMu_O1iaBD7M7FKhdhg5AAA6i3St-cDLu5H5dLdMoSGFP4dy9R_NRnj570u9Z/s1600/Kids3.12.12.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrIznK5OLhExd0Py5bxZXZ1ohnjwqbEAUO-97ocSv_3SJB17DlkmfFubmgyU4_OoQZ1Zxj_vpwMu_O1iaBD7M7FKhdhg5AAA6i3St-cDLu5H5dLdMoSGFP4dy9R_NRnj570u9Z/s400/Kids3.12.12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719793793039258034" /></a><br /><br />Yesterday I took Gildaradner and Stevienicks to the vet to get their horn buds removed. Jonbonjovi is a polled goat, which means he won't get horns. He stayed home and cried all day. Literally. Most goat farmers do the disbudding themselves (good blog post <a href="http://thoughtsfromayodelinggoatherder.blogspot.com/2011/04/disbudding.html">here</a> about the procedure) and I am fairly certain that I won't be able to manage to do this although I am not saying never, I guess. Never thought I would raising goats either and here we are. Anyway, the vets use anesthesia so the goats were just fine when I picked them up, however I wish I had googled some images beforehand. I admit to being fairly freaked out when I first saw their little heads! And forget about the rest of the family; Ginger and Doug flat out refused to help me feed them because they can't look at their heads, so I have figured out how to bottlefeed all three myself. Already they are looking better today and anyway, they are both still the same silly and adorable goats so I barely even notice it now. Scroll past quickly if you have delicate sensibilities, but this is how they look today, which is far better than yesterday:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbgt-sln3uzXClYSTWrxgjm7WgC9tLFkwHXpCKdE_ttvZagrd7uzTG4vbzuwB7XaFbOYXxuM-zTPhotCJlu0ipcfFIRqd1wJjyu4RmlLCV0dA-mcFgNIjjQv9Wg0igOmqA4oDM/s1600/DoesDehorned3.14.12.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbgt-sln3uzXClYSTWrxgjm7WgC9tLFkwHXpCKdE_ttvZagrd7uzTG4vbzuwB7XaFbOYXxuM-zTPhotCJlu0ipcfFIRqd1wJjyu4RmlLCV0dA-mcFgNIjjQv9Wg0igOmqA4oDM/s400/DoesDehorned3.14.12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719805470804183810" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBFW-D8eAbXLqFFmvZg-nWQwOsd8Deg3SCSq8oi89VqeIi_K6tXsIO-hnG0E9OJWWp2EcFbgCZ6fq6HpT809t4xwipq7rQEcMq8Hmh8BAzzNF_plhErT-Geb4QpV4Za3wruAjr/s1600/Gildaradner3.14.12.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBFW-D8eAbXLqFFmvZg-nWQwOsd8Deg3SCSq8oi89VqeIi_K6tXsIO-hnG0E9OJWWp2EcFbgCZ6fq6HpT809t4xwipq7rQEcMq8Hmh8BAzzNF_plhErT-Geb4QpV4Za3wruAjr/s400/Gildaradner3.14.12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719805477991750658" /></a><br /><br />All this has kept far too busy to have any sort of meltdown concerning art, and the break from painting has been lovely, but I do have to get back to the studio soon. Provided I can tear myself away from all this cuteness!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5DlXTWiHHzyyDuk9RM56tmheDy95FyHLJ4B-2BZkn3lhTLGubVsnwtMYvwYk77eVkl1evauIkwUX1kmHLX66GnGRDV89MDukzxAylMNJvga93DVElijuOffJDadPYIeWt55uQ/s1600/Goats%253APen3.14.12.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5DlXTWiHHzyyDuk9RM56tmheDy95FyHLJ4B-2BZkn3lhTLGubVsnwtMYvwYk77eVkl1evauIkwUX1kmHLX66GnGRDV89MDukzxAylMNJvga93DVElijuOffJDadPYIeWt55uQ/s400/Goats%253APen3.14.12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719804845750340162" /></a>Tracy Helgesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07510044613771862211noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22266501.post-84745633168637374212012-03-01T15:49:00.000-05:002012-03-01T15:49:47.833-05:00Goat "Issues" And Show Deadlines<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv3eXNZO0DD_uRg0QXjxqerGTaYhQdMXaLjHArUZBqfxEl6wkDF4RBnfJ6-XcGHT_o9H3YyTsLQWh0ufkOFyT31ymya_-Fy7US0VitP3yhCJsRFihC3wMUV8gF5oPQ0LMuXk41/s1600/Kodiak2.25.12.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv3eXNZO0DD_uRg0QXjxqerGTaYhQdMXaLjHArUZBqfxEl6wkDF4RBnfJ6-XcGHT_o9H3YyTsLQWh0ufkOFyT31ymya_-Fy7US0VitP3yhCJsRFihC3wMUV8gF5oPQ0LMuXk41/s400/Kodiak2.25.12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715032229219843202" /></a><br />So less than 24 hours after I mentioned here that my dairy goat Kodiak was hopefully with child, I found her with stuff coming out of her bottom. The placenta, to be precise, and a variety of other things came out of her for several days after, which was pretty freaky and kind of fascinating too. I knew when I decided to have goats that I would be seeing some amazing things, but somehow I didn't think 'goat fetus' would be one of them, at least not so soon! Anyway, it was a week of sadness, mixed with gladness that Kodiak was ok and actually seemed to be feeling much better and perkier than she had before this happened. It was suggested that I give her antibiotics to prevent her from developing an infection, but I decided to load her up with Colloidal Silver and Vitamin C. We rarely take antibiotics and even though I didn't totally rule out the option for Kodiak, I wanted to try the natural remedies first. I have been watching her closely and have not seen one single sign of infection, stuff has stopped coming out of her and she is doing great. She and JB jump around and frolic a lot, which is hilarious! As far as the cause of the miscarriage goes, I stressed for awhile that I might be a bad goat momma, but after doing a lot of reading and talking with my goat gurus, I felt better. None of the usual reasons for goats miscarrying seemed to apply here and we all decided it was probably just not a viable pregnancy. So I think I can go on with the goatkeeping.....<br /><br />I WAS planning to start making soap with the goat milk, however, and so I have had to change my plans there. And actually I was only able to ponder any of that for about a day, because all of a sudden my solo show deadline was upon me and I had to switch into high gear in the studio. I managed to do over 90 small paintings (90 are in the show; a few didn't make the cut;)) for the show. I would have liked to have been closer to my goal of 130 but, well, there WAS a miscarriage here. Yes, I am not above using my goat's miscarriage as an excuse. heh. Anyway, I also did three new larger paintings and then there was the documenting, and photographing and editing of all those paintings, oy! <br /><br />Anyway, everything is done now and instead of delivering the work to the gallery today as planned, I have to do it tomorrow as we are in the midst of our one and only snowstorm of the season. Naturally. <br /><br />Please visit the gallery's <a href="http://www.theharrisongallery.com/">website</a> for a show preview and Doug and I will be attending the opening reception on Saturday. Come by if you are in the area!Tracy Helgesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07510044613771862211noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22266501.post-77281369868916323522012-02-20T14:53:00.000-05:002012-02-20T14:53:28.998-05:00Wait, Wait, I'm Still Here!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoefsxmxIQFsZ-mBqunTKeh1li_tLUz6HvYKxfI7PgrhCYRRkjcIBsQKl9NxD_sZLT7FeTrWQgI0Ghzp86oNkcC-a0UDhQ5Cg85qiCKso8tqhJsIO7LrVvaZGPNmNJ8CHBeSJK/s1600/BarnStudy%2523500.72.4x4.2012.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoefsxmxIQFsZ-mBqunTKeh1li_tLUz6HvYKxfI7PgrhCYRRkjcIBsQKl9NxD_sZLT7FeTrWQgI0Ghzp86oNkcC-a0UDhQ5Cg85qiCKso8tqhJsIO7LrVvaZGPNmNJ8CHBeSJK/s400/BarnStudy%2523500.72.4x4.2012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711305984723699746" /></a><br /><i>Barn Study #500, 4"x4" Oil on Panel, 2012</i><br /><br />Well, as you can see I have made a few changes around here! About time, I guess, right? I started this blog in February 2006 and wrote pretty regularly here until about a year ago when I began feeling quite burnt out writing about myself so much and not feeling like I had anything to say about anything else. Hard to imagine THAT if you know me and even I find it hard to believe, but it's true! I felt like I had told all my good stories and wasn't sure where to go next with things so I just kind of drifted away from blogkeeping without making any sort of official decision one way or the other.<br /><br />Then late last fall a few things happened which gave me some new energy and some ideas about what to do here. I got two goats that led to a new business of sorts and so I decided that I still have stuff to say that is just a bit too wordy for facebook and twitter. So here I still am........<br /><br />BUT. I am in the last week of a big deadline for a solo show, and don't have time to go into all the details so this post will just have to be a teaser for now. However, since there will still be plenty of shameless promotion here I will briefly discuss the show. This is my 6th solo show at The Harrison Gallery and we decided that it would be fun to do something a bit different this time. I suggested showing my small format studies, the ones that I take to the local harvest festivals etc and just lay out flat on a tabletop. The director loved the idea, so I have been a busy bee, trying to meet my goal of 130 paintings (don't get too excited; they are very quick to paint, 5"x7" and smaller) which will be displayed on a table in the middle of the gallery, and I am also working on a few larger scaled pieces for the walls. Pretty sure I won't quite get to 130, but it will be close and I am good with that! The gallery reception will be on Saturday, March 3, 5-7pm and Doug and I will both be there, so please come by and say hi if you are in the area. Otherwise ALL the images will be on the the gallery's <a href="http://www.theharrisongallery.com/">website</a> and I apologize in advance to whoever has to load them onto the site, sorry!<br /><br />So that's it for now, I must get back to work and start the last batch of underpaintings and then it's going to be painting all week, then endless documenting and editing probably until the very minute I have to leave to deliver the work to the gallery, yikes! <br /><br />I leave you with an image of JB, younger (and newly castrated) companion to Kodiak, our dairy goat who is (hopefully) with child. Yep, got a lot of things going on around here......<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVVDBJ_bjwWNceJOjOMmy9YhUSt9c74oCAuYa1jlvHKr68mPLN3xB0jrRJIaJNHtuVDRRCQqgUYqzWYW7jlPYwx4dx8fgK0bVS0CFbmpG9sxrmBilbRpZ5-FcKXCB3nHHP__NH/s1600/JB2.15.12.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVVDBJ_bjwWNceJOjOMmy9YhUSt9c74oCAuYa1jlvHKr68mPLN3xB0jrRJIaJNHtuVDRRCQqgUYqzWYW7jlPYwx4dx8fgK0bVS0CFbmpG9sxrmBilbRpZ5-FcKXCB3nHHP__NH/s400/JB2.15.12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711305980285664402" /></a>Tracy Helgesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07510044613771862211noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22266501.post-27109968576999689392011-09-27T06:07:00.002-04:002012-01-25T08:36:26.973-05:00Harvest Festival Number Two<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOlzRAZyxXq3DJo8BvoEAHR3dCYudSeI6kkY5rXSXxgQ3XsRWhqpusOpMUEf_BBmaQ5JqpLGg_bcvG0FpZN89C2AEPEkl-PkMI7AdtjFmKe0R6M3u_tUFo9qka2-kXRc5201Sn/s1600/HarvestFestTable9.2011.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOlzRAZyxXq3DJo8BvoEAHR3dCYudSeI6kkY5rXSXxgQ3XsRWhqpusOpMUEf_BBmaQ5JqpLGg_bcvG0FpZN89C2AEPEkl-PkMI7AdtjFmKe0R6M3u_tUFo9qka2-kXRc5201Sn/s400/HarvestFestTable9.2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657159365776737362" /></a><br />I had planned to write this post yesterday, but I had to deliver some work for a show and plus it turned out that even though I thought I had recovered from the physical labor and the hours of chit chatting with tons of people, I wasn't really. I feel much more like myself today, so here we go!<br /><br />Even though I know it's a bad idea to be finishing up paintings and packing and organizing for an event right up until the very last minute, sadly I still persist in doing it. More than anything I wanted to get enough sleep the night before, but I didn't get to bed until almost midnight on Friday night and then kept waking up because of the RAIN. Just what one wants to hear the night before participating in an outdoor art event. Anyway, I got up at 5am and we got the car loaded (well my son and husband did that part) and arrived in Sharon Springs at 7:30am. It was humid, wet and muddy from the rain, and was looking like it was going to rain any minute. Awesome.<br /><br />But with crossed fingers, we set up my brand spanking new tent that had just arrived on Friday (I like living on the edge!). Last year I had borrowed one from my friend <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Quirky-Works-Studio/220386235433">Karen,</a> but this year SHE was also in the festival (we were hoping to be next to each other but alas we were separated) so I figured I better get my own tent. I didn't begin that process until the Tuesday before the show so it was a miracle that I managed to get a good tent, reasonably priced and delivered to my front door on Friday. All I can say is that I hate Walmart a little bit less now. heh.<br /><br />Anyway. Set up went smoothly, my son Julien helped me again this year and in a lovely coincidence, I had brought one of the large sheep paintings and the couple in the booth next to me was selling big beautiful hanks on yarn spun from the wool of their own sheep. In fact, I bought some of their yarn at the festival last year. And on the other side of me was a woman selling hand knit hats and scarves, she and her husband were very nice and they also bought one of my little snow paintings. I always enjoy getting to know my neighbors at these things.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHWKHAR0vcsyy3FpmNyMkNKz2CoIfJAUJtyq_3hQdn1ErlgU9T9S0DvleMG7vKhIGAhoJQrVbII1cVkDdBlhh5xhRVKtkwWC2H1yXRWisGavF0AVknxz2a9W_wOot03ZdZcTCs/s1600/HarvestFestBoothSat.9.25.2011.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHWKHAR0vcsyy3FpmNyMkNKz2CoIfJAUJtyq_3hQdn1ErlgU9T9S0DvleMG7vKhIGAhoJQrVbII1cVkDdBlhh5xhRVKtkwWC2H1yXRWisGavF0AVknxz2a9W_wOot03ZdZcTCs/s400/HarvestFestBoothSat.9.25.2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657159361821514450" /></a><br /><i>Saturday</i><br /><br />Saturday passed in a pleasant blur. I sold 16 of the small format paintings which was really exciting and also totally beats last year's two day total of 14. And even though I consider myself to be a weird mix of somewhat antisocial and overly chatty, I thoroughly enjoyed talking with everyone who stopped by. There were so many interesting people! The weather held up, even though it was overcast most of the day, there was no rain and then the sun did peek out near the end of the day. I was quite glad when the day finally ended though so that I could stagger home and fall into bed at an embarrassingly early hour. My feet were killing me, turns out that muck boots don't really provide much support; my feet STILL hurt from wearing them all day Saturday.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYWNx8nxdBgcktkzg8QtOXKTfvPxl7GM8kUhXtmf1k79W6l-yCBt7PkX8AY4QKmDPee9iQkkUj9LAkjjzmaz1pGyiIPxQz6LpzVQaxAYkzU_NzeKH2c_3WQa8wL55aC8ftFO3a/s1600/HarvestFestBoothSunday9.25.11.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYWNx8nxdBgcktkzg8QtOXKTfvPxl7GM8kUhXtmf1k79W6l-yCBt7PkX8AY4QKmDPee9iQkkUj9LAkjjzmaz1pGyiIPxQz6LpzVQaxAYkzU_NzeKH2c_3WQa8wL55aC8ftFO3a/s400/HarvestFestBoothSunday9.25.11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657159371031078866" /></a><br /><i>Sunday</i><br /><br />I finally got a decent night's sleep so Sunday started out in a much more relaxing manner. It was a beautiful, warm and sunny day. The first few hours were kind of quiet, then more and more people started coming through. However, I didn't make any sales until well into the afternoon and I admit to getting a bit of a complex about it. I contemplated changing my display around, and it even crossed my mind briefly that I should change careers. Ok, so maybe I was still a bit tired. Finally a few people came by and each bought a few pieces, then there were a couple more sales and my number for Sunday ended up being a very respectable 7. Doug and Ginger came later in the afternoon and I was able to go out and walk around the rest of the festival. I also visited the Mercantile and chatted with Brent for a few minutes. <br /><br />There were probably twice as many vendors this year, and so the shopping was good! I am not sure how many visitors there were this time, but I think it must have been at least as many as last year, probably more. Also, the mood was somewhat different than last year as there weren't any TV cameras for me to avoid and no Rosie O"Donnell for me to chat with. There may have been some famous people there, but either they didn't stop by my booth or I didn't recognize them, which wouldn't be the first time. heh. Also, I loved the variety of people that attended, it made me feel like I was in a very comfy place between city and country, so many people there were visiting from other areas. <a href="beekman1802.com">The Beekman Boys</a> have really put together a wonderful thing.<br /><br />So today I am (almost) fully recovered and I have added all the remaining small format paintings onto my <a href="http://tracyhelgeson.blogspot.com/">sales blog</a>. Except for the sheep. Turns out the sheep were quite popular; I had six small ones and they all sold. But don't worry, I'm no dummy. I will DEFINITELY be painting more!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6x7p_ri9ls_mSpf31i1FINiJAOuGqWy8iaPXt3R-pleD0l6PQPngoQeoo-GUJm6itqEfmjDZDmS4_VsiJZaTPHGEyUO0NIsTIZLK7klvsKS4wGlDWWEl_yGkRy4YkiapPDilu/s1600/SheepStudy339%253A72.5x3.2011.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6x7p_ri9ls_mSpf31i1FINiJAOuGqWy8iaPXt3R-pleD0l6PQPngoQeoo-GUJm6itqEfmjDZDmS4_VsiJZaTPHGEyUO0NIsTIZLK7klvsKS4wGlDWWEl_yGkRy4YkiapPDilu/s400/SheepStudy339%253A72.5x3.2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657159355985670290" /></a><br /><i>Sheep Study #339, 5"x3" Oil on Cradled panel</i>Tracy Helgesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07510044613771862211noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22266501.post-36259312762270325012011-09-23T09:46:00.003-04:002012-01-25T08:37:14.794-05:00Harvest Festival Time<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVcLYDbuGvWb2TXxAhmxCXsARFMrX_SxErPqhFCCN950GqgnryipzELxjmcAqpf9ziB9L2l0ryFMBkzvpoYAreIvMCrYP915IAB0BtuKyA5NjldzKRUCIFKFheM4r0Mtg5fBjy/s1600/SmallPtgs9.2011.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVcLYDbuGvWb2TXxAhmxCXsARFMrX_SxErPqhFCCN950GqgnryipzELxjmcAqpf9ziB9L2l0ryFMBkzvpoYAreIvMCrYP915IAB0BtuKyA5NjldzKRUCIFKFheM4r0Mtg5fBjy/s400/SmallPtgs9.2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655540871619273906" /></a><br />Crazy busy here all week, preparing to deliver paintings on Monday for a local show of my portraits at the <a href="http://www.cooperstownart.com/home.html">Cooperstown Art Association,</a> and also getting ready for the <a href="http://beekman1802.com/general/harvest-festival-2011-2.html">Beekman Boys Harvest Festival</a> in Sharon Springs. I did the Harvest Festival <a href="http://worksbytracy.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-where-i-try-to-avoid-tv-cameras.html">last year</a> and while normally I don't do these sorts of events, I am happy to be involved with this one as it is a great way to support our local economy, farmers and craftspeople. Unfortunately I might have had temporary amnesia when I signed up again because I forgot how much work it is to do so many small paintings all at once, not to mention when that coincides with a another deadline, a husband on a week long business trip plus kids that have to be driven around and fed. I think I am doing better than last year though, in that this time I was actually finished with the painting part of the paintings two days before the event, rather than one day. heh. <br /><br />I will be pleased if I get even half of what I have to do, done today. I still have to paint the edges on about 10 of the small paintings put hangers and labels on all 37 of them, edit all the jpegs of them, document everything, finish packing up and load the car tonight. I also have to finish the color at least on one and a half more portraits for the show at the CAA (will have to finish the edges, etc on those on Saturday and Sunday evening after a long day at the festival, blech). But MOST importantly, I have a very much needed hair appointment midday. I plan to avoid the cameras this weekend again, but just in case I better cover up the grey.....<br /><br />Anyway, I better go, wish me luck and let's hope the rain that is in the forecast for this weekend, takes a sharp left and avoids Sharon Springs!Tracy Helgesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07510044613771862211noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22266501.post-45630331417199854622011-09-17T21:20:00.004-04:002012-01-25T08:37:46.165-05:00The One With Wolf Kahn<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_J6KK9trhv9weAyDNLjvO_sPf33l265iq1z9RUfYVp7B8K-Zj3_aM351ED4bspjj2ob0OxcIOdWnROdqujkl2wpCBzzHKyk4ZaujhSfoHtA6pFts2JBEdRy2tZUZBlhwHy5O4/s1600/Wolf%253AKahn%2540SmithyAug2011.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_J6KK9trhv9weAyDNLjvO_sPf33l265iq1z9RUfYVp7B8K-Zj3_aM351ED4bspjj2ob0OxcIOdWnROdqujkl2wpCBzzHKyk4ZaujhSfoHtA6pFts2JBEdRy2tZUZBlhwHy5O4/s400/Wolf%253AKahn%2540SmithyAug2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652198982064672498" /></a><br /><br />So I thought I'd dust off this here old blog and tell any of my remaining readers about the exhibit with Wolf Kahn. <br /><br />I know it's been ages since I wrote about this, so here is a quick description of the building and how the shows are usually organized within it: <br /><br />"The Smithy is the oldest building in Cooperstown. It has three floors, each with varying kinds of gallery space. The first floor is at street level and is the original part of the building, it's very rustic; stone walls, forges, anvils, and tools remain from its original use as a blacksmith shop. The second floor is where the member group show is held each summer, in addition to a small room that features a solo show each month. I had a <a href="http://worksbytracy.blogspot.com/2008/07/little-show.html">solo</a> there in the summer of 2008. And the third floor is a large open space, which usually features one or two artists and often has a particular theme, often historical. This is the space I will be sharing with <a href="http://nancysamstein.com/">Nancy Samstein</a>. The member group show and solo show by Michael Whaling will be on the second floor and <a href="http://wolfkahn.com/index2.html">Wolf Kahn</a> will be showing on the first floor."<br /><br />You can read my initial post about all this <a href="http://worksbytracy.blogspot.com/2011/05/this-is-good-right.html">here.</a><br /><br />I was a bit worried about showing in such close proximity to an artist who A. I admire, especially for his amazing longevity and productivity and B. my work has so often been compared to, mostly because of the whole brightly colored landscape barn thing, I think. I was worried about looking like a copy cat I guess;) <br /><br />I decided to work around B. a little bit, by doing some new work which would include humans and farm animals, though not together, which would put me in an entirely different genre. heh. I was also reading the recent biography of Grant Wood at the time and decided it was time to put some figures and barns together and just so you know for sure, yes, I was COMPLETELY thinking about "American Gothic" when I did this painting:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOY3oegCSPMnd9XWASa2aXqkMpsG_jCifQTZBqVmI6tKG3GsytybWQ1A_H64wi80byeHBKyUirkfTm8dJsy6pSXEoZqtbzVUgmr6F8AgNzcO_ZJWgG8KbKLFE9bSEpuhUHgauq/s1600/Sunday72.60x40.2011.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOY3oegCSPMnd9XWASa2aXqkMpsG_jCifQTZBqVmI6tKG3GsytybWQ1A_H64wi80byeHBKyUirkfTm8dJsy6pSXEoZqtbzVUgmr6F8AgNzcO_ZJWgG8KbKLFE9bSEpuhUHgauq/s400/Sunday72.60x40.2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653500783264765234" /></a><br /><i>Sunday, 2011, 60"x40" Oil on Panel</i><br /><br />And since the one and only sheep painting I have ever done was the very first piece to sell in a show last spring, I decided to do some more sheep, and go larger too. So I did three that were meant to be together always:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSf6jmGDsOsxMXmtiGg6nfMiHoCNSs1nSV5KgN-upI0JG-2l7JMvw12Q9_T32_N28slwqIVIH3clY5sQuTmLH9R-_9PZ_i2ZW-jO5-mDYqaBye27zBeS1Ek6f_kwmoHXU8Caku/s1600/RuralShow.SheepPtgsAug2011.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSf6jmGDsOsxMXmtiGg6nfMiHoCNSs1nSV5KgN-upI0JG-2l7JMvw12Q9_T32_N28slwqIVIH3clY5sQuTmLH9R-_9PZ_i2ZW-jO5-mDYqaBye27zBeS1Ek6f_kwmoHXU8Caku/s400/RuralShow.SheepPtgsAug2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653506555653779970" /></a><br /><br />Then I did a large red barn just for old time's sake.....<br /><br />The rest of the paintings in the show were older paintings that I had on hand, ones that have not <s>sold</s> found their people yet. I spent quite a bit of time choosing pieces that worked together and that also looked right with the new paintings. Doug helped me a lot with this since I tend to want to include everything I have ever done and he tends towards sparse.<br /><br />I had two walls of a HUGE room, the whole third floor actually. The light was a bit funky, there is an unfortunately placed stairway, and a lot of windows. Although I specifically requested the walls with the windows because I wanted to make groupings on the smaller wall sections.<br /><br />So here are images of the exhibit. You can see a bit of Nancy's work in the last picture.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsAjyUoYKbLfOqtWL9zQSC64ATR7e9lf2S0rn68H2fVpPTX00sBHSjFcgpbjqUMnDfDF5eEvyU__Syv2H1ZS0JY8keHVxviKqOAguoOOFp4WYxzQ0l9kearBUR3WImWK1CGVH_/s1600/RuralShow%2540SmithyAug2011.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsAjyUoYKbLfOqtWL9zQSC64ATR7e9lf2S0rn68H2fVpPTX00sBHSjFcgpbjqUMnDfDF5eEvyU__Syv2H1ZS0JY8keHVxviKqOAguoOOFp4WYxzQ0l9kearBUR3WImWK1CGVH_/s400/RuralShow%2540SmithyAug2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652197736119269794" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI4fv98ZHoKq2c1qEMLPiwDwtKpjGYJfipsjme960PcEGOCs5CfhYs_-wLQ19u8bg0PfO_whYowAJm-6XzWka_29dU3DQGBYO3Mdhv1BEDblBgjHS1wQIqbXMUx4DZC9swSyUq/s1600/RuralShow%2540Smithy%25232Aug2011.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI4fv98ZHoKq2c1qEMLPiwDwtKpjGYJfipsjme960PcEGOCs5CfhYs_-wLQ19u8bg0PfO_whYowAJm-6XzWka_29dU3DQGBYO3Mdhv1BEDblBgjHS1wQIqbXMUx4DZC9swSyUq/s400/RuralShow%2540Smithy%25232Aug2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652197738534798450" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0Hsl03xBi7CoPy2rqzXSLZaL22w9CiNZvuJ2utSU8op5UD0W-F5ivFcBLm-z6v4CMF5U06kCWB0EWOd_5qXi8X2-KlT0rcFVNJCUUg8sKHK5w0n7CsU-4eklZKE_ZJPngWY9V/s1600/RuralShow%2540Smithy%25233Aug2011.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0Hsl03xBi7CoPy2rqzXSLZaL22w9CiNZvuJ2utSU8op5UD0W-F5ivFcBLm-z6v4CMF5U06kCWB0EWOd_5qXi8X2-KlT0rcFVNJCUUg8sKHK5w0n7CsU-4eklZKE_ZJPngWY9V/s400/RuralShow%2540Smithy%25233Aug2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652197736466373698" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwlov0d1UNmUtwTKqA3X9jKerQTd6SitXmZS4gtz0wnc5sBJ8tHVK-Ub12qWIF_fDW05vq0N2Dft_DCShGZ9U7TOOUFsrLU7GadfoMkF19nta0H4tY5CCAyOnTQQQntWmna8PG/s1600/RuralShow%2540Smithy%25234Aug2011.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwlov0d1UNmUtwTKqA3X9jKerQTd6SitXmZS4gtz0wnc5sBJ8tHVK-Ub12qWIF_fDW05vq0N2Dft_DCShGZ9U7TOOUFsrLU7GadfoMkF19nta0H4tY5CCAyOnTQQQntWmna8PG/s400/RuralShow%2540Smithy%25234Aug2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652197741803109378" /></a><br /><br />Now about Wolf Kahn. I learned a few days before the opening reception that he would not be able to attend. I was disappointed but I immediately understood that the bright side was that I wouldn't have to worry about prattling on and on in front of him or doing something dorky, like spray cracker crumbs on his shirt while prattling. Despite missing Doug, (he was out of town) I was very pleased that so many of my friends came to the opening and I had a lovely time chatting with everyone, not to mention getting my ego inflated a bit. The farm couple and the sheep received a LOT of positive feedback, yayy!! <br /><br />However, the ego part didn't really last long enough for me to become unbearable. A few days later when Doug was back home, we went to take pictures of the exhibit and while we were doing that two guys were looking at the show. They were wandering around the room while we were taking pictures and finally stood in front of "Sunday." One of them said, and I quote: "the only thing that missing from this one is a pitchfork" Cue their hysterical laughter. Then he turned and they both spent about 5 minutes checking out every. single. detail. of the really "well built! nice color! sturdy! and it has a drawer!" table sitting near the stairwell. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir2GzaLlY5ft0TKH15lJadCGquI5WNPq1E_RTkOdlVGojqH1444FPFXoYQvAgJ1xujbYsR1oyUMhMHQ8GKP7JXqCw9LPlDBa-ZoMpZcsWoWf3330_pP7r4SWnXb2C7opudou7q/s1600/RuralShow%2528Table%2529Aug2011.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir2GzaLlY5ft0TKH15lJadCGquI5WNPq1E_RTkOdlVGojqH1444FPFXoYQvAgJ1xujbYsR1oyUMhMHQ8GKP7JXqCw9LPlDBa-ZoMpZcsWoWf3330_pP7r4SWnXb2C7opudou7q/s400/RuralShow%2528Table%2529Aug2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652197744857969426" /></a><br /><br />Doug and I had a good laugh about it after they left and I am quite glad he got a few pictures of them which will serve as a reminder to me that not everyone loves my paintings. Sob.....<br /><br />Anyway, Wolf Kahn's work was displayed on the first floor. Danielle (the Smithy's gallery director) was the curator and she did a wonderful job of that. The pieces were all pastels and were priced in the 3-5k range. I think Doug was tempted to buy one, but unfortunately those prices are not in any part whatsoever of our budget lately; our income is at the mercy of the current economy, alas. Maybe I should have suggested a trade? bwahahaahaaaaa!!!!! <br /><br />So of course, it was wonderful to see his pastels in person, to see the marks, the colors, it all has a random and expressive quality yet the space and structure is so descriptive. Also these pastels were far more subdued that the pieces I have seen in the past, probably due to the changes in his eyesight (he has macular degeneration) and that accounted for just a little bit more of a difference in our work. Phew! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhItMWfMN-32H4qp5xrjfYx6aX1RShVXLJbBIbLrm78fxz5syyX87yxXY5Zofe1L4z1jNk4XUlqeBLKRUkmV1EUNHAlDvswq6yXdVix9oAn726rtVzPo9nFyCn0I2Jf-D799yFi/s1600/WolfKahn%2540Smithy%25232Aug2011.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhItMWfMN-32H4qp5xrjfYx6aX1RShVXLJbBIbLrm78fxz5syyX87yxXY5Zofe1L4z1jNk4XUlqeBLKRUkmV1EUNHAlDvswq6yXdVix9oAn726rtVzPo9nFyCn0I2Jf-D799yFi/s400/WolfKahn%2540Smithy%25232Aug2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652198990319721906" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOjtshXeeMHArF8Ub80fnlwPtRi02NXrWpVujaGElxiO3pxZOPC4kqSL2aDcKBupYUSU16H8eB27s88OpbbMDiqTWNNSCgon73htov3imP0-PdPHdr7po0j3JD0r4rz3cDteaU/s1600/WolfKahn%2540Smithy%25234Aug2011.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOjtshXeeMHArF8Ub80fnlwPtRi02NXrWpVujaGElxiO3pxZOPC4kqSL2aDcKBupYUSU16H8eB27s88OpbbMDiqTWNNSCgon73htov3imP0-PdPHdr7po0j3JD0r4rz3cDteaU/s400/WolfKahn%2540Smithy%25234Aug2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652198993733623010" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCLGfYnm-_GwMr_j1TSEY7b_D7gNV_MyQWH7y2e3xqO1VmsSb3Ppu7VqtJ1Pp0bYnd6ik3S1W2ycBC19JSnPYzLrUSFPREZ3FPKW6rNaNtjd_zRbjX-iRIxc0XnoNzWcT4JJGM/s1600/WolfKahn%2540Smithy%25235Aug2011.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCLGfYnm-_GwMr_j1TSEY7b_D7gNV_MyQWH7y2e3xqO1VmsSb3Ppu7VqtJ1Pp0bYnd6ik3S1W2ycBC19JSnPYzLrUSFPREZ3FPKW6rNaNtjd_zRbjX-iRIxc0XnoNzWcT4JJGM/s400/WolfKahn%2540Smithy%25235Aug2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652198995716623442" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguN1LXrCI28HK3K_S-c3bTnqhUQ4toVL3qIJT8VtIZCoC0yjH0jpHpXTKnSBSS-T0eW09ShF8QRXG8Su4vbSKXetY01u8gY7tk8i3ZVCqFy6FbvOQ2MUA-VS7-gIvUsVOFrsmh/s1600/WolfKahn%2540Smithy%25233Aug2011.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguN1LXrCI28HK3K_S-c3bTnqhUQ4toVL3qIJT8VtIZCoC0yjH0jpHpXTKnSBSS-T0eW09ShF8QRXG8Su4vbSKXetY01u8gY7tk8i3ZVCqFy6FbvOQ2MUA-VS7-gIvUsVOFrsmh/s400/WolfKahn%2540Smithy%25233Aug2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652198988944739378" /></a><br /><br />So all in all, this was a very exciting event to participate in, especially since it was actually IN our little town here. I am very grateful to Danielle for thinking about me when she got the yes from Wolf Kahn, and I am also extremely impressed that she was able to get that yes! Not sure yet if anything will come of this show for me, however I do have a pile of cards for the show with both our names on it which is pretty dang awesome and constitutes actual proof that I once had an exhibit with Wolf Kahn..... <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggCrTorweOY_KGXVWyawtXZuJMqfEY4b6PQpjQK6-IscYk_y8subGeCF0hhUJjFakLXl6tmHYOw89pdORcUnRUgyhnyKTkVML2YiSof2iUB2so08fBURVHxkqNK9uB3i9NJoFw/s1600/RuralPostcardFrontAug2011.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggCrTorweOY_KGXVWyawtXZuJMqfEY4b6PQpjQK6-IscYk_y8subGeCF0hhUJjFakLXl6tmHYOw89pdORcUnRUgyhnyKTkVML2YiSof2iUB2so08fBURVHxkqNK9uB3i9NJoFw/s400/RuralPostcardFrontAug2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653500779168529922" /></a>Tracy Helgesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07510044613771862211noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22266501.post-11821193442472790692011-06-08T13:22:00.001-04:002012-01-25T08:38:13.753-05:00Update With Pictures and LINKS!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq9GXRvizFT28OnouQj6SNjVbw9a9TDCgVqxoDvX3zmpsBuxl5ry667-aqW__SAomjC1vrQIzDvGZOAV4m7001vEhGU0v-RuZxPzCP4fSIUn8-6FmeEOihSv6tpaqWiwUrro1i/s1600/Garden6.6.11.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qLn7iDw_x1A/Te<br />lccIZ56I/AAAAAAAAEnI/1tRp8mz5EUQ/s400/Garden6.6.11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615889168360662946" /></a>And again, weeks have slipped by since I have posted here. Sigh. In my defense however, I have been pretty busy. Half my time has been spent in the garden and the other half has involved a lot of driving and watching girl's softball and soccer games. <br /><br />The garden needed so much attention, I am truly ashamed of how poorly we kept it at the end of the season last fall. Um, actually I think we just sort of left everything out there, the watering can, the hoses, the dead plants in the beds, and fled the scene at first snowfall. I guess there was a good reason for all that but right now it seems like pure laziness. So I have decided to go all hardcore gardenchick and have been spending a lot of time in the garden in the last month, reorganizing it, weeding, mulching, planting and did I say weeding???? There are a lot of weeds out there. Anyway, I have been posting pictures in a <a href="https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10150205079229700.329812.705069699&l=5c48b2ad45">photo album</a> on FB which you can view, I have made it a public album. I am making a superhuman effort to keep up with things out there all summer instead of doing what I usually do which is bailing around July when it gets hot and too weedy. hehe, is weedy even a word?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJu3sLTRjI18aMkEhALotI0yl4nyDjt4F7Sv3V2jFwcmgpfMf95tnHTIKhvbQ_eJ2pFqTMGZZFrNYtHtpqPUt_uwIuyHEvKOYSytE83BkY62-7R_aySdijX1wayR33-GLLjexF/s1600/BarnStudy%2523325.5x7.2011.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJu3sLTRjI18aMkEhALotI0yl4nyDjt4F7Sv3V2jFwcmgpfMf95tnHTIKhvbQ_eJ2pFqTMGZZFrNYtHtpqPUt_uwIuyHEvKOYSytE83BkY62-7R_aySdijX1wayR33-GLLjexF/s400/BarnStudy%2523325.5x7.2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615889148879421458" /></a><i>Barn Study#325, 5"x7" Oil on Panel, 2011</i><br /><br />And a few other brief updates. I have been working a little bit and very slowly. It feels like it took me <i>forever</i> to prep eight small format panels, paint, photograph and edit the images, and post them on my <a href="http://tracyhelgeson.blogspot.com/">sales blog,</a> but today they are finally all up. Although I wouldn't be a bit surprised if I messed up all the paypal buttons! Also, the winner of my last birthday <a href="http://worksbytracy.blogspot.com/2010/12/and-winner-is.html">giveaway,</a> Denise Rose, chose one of the paintings (pictured above) from this group so I am shipping that out to her within a few days. I would have liked her to have her gift in a more timely manner, but I haven't done too many small panels yet this year for her to choose from......<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR7ua6rCRp4nQT1gfESgRmxjSBggOsJmoDtI00N-A5Iyhah_kLFSNt_ultnaUBZ_LX94cRC9y3T58HVvzRWlbFTzgqdAbczKFE6WzUyf0yeznZObNUfdjLe-6TPUEjk7W1nxAn/s1600/Bird.1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR7ua6rCRp4nQT1gfESgRmxjSBggOsJmoDtI00N-A5Iyhah_kLFSNt_ultnaUBZ_LX94cRC9y3T58HVvzRWlbFTzgqdAbczKFE6WzUyf0yeznZObNUfdjLe-6TPUEjk7W1nxAn/s400/Bird.1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615889152922466226" /></a><br />I also recently painted five small bird paintings for a local show called <a href="http://www.cooperstownart.com/current.html">'Fins, Fur and Feathers.'</a> I am sure there will be a lot of fun art in this show, but all I could think of doing was black bird paintings, and I mean that in a very literal sense, they are pretty much just black. I did some drawings (above) but I knew when I got to the paint, they were gonna be a really deep dark black (below). They were also incredibly difficult to photograph and so they must be seen in person. Totally worth a plane ticket to Albany, a car rental and a hotel in Cooperstown to come see them, right??? haha. Well, if you can't do that, you can see the crappy images <a href="https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10150194442972285.304789.90731227284">here</a> and if you don't already, go ahead and 'like' me while you are there.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcWaao9-_bP1CjDw_Fr8lGZ_KR4XUNN9CjVGIn0DzF6u229dAHS3o7dRr8BnREvNbs3j4-kNinuBd_iRV-sj32tKcumFO5pi6EY36Va3fmFS8Ka6HtXq_8_eOSIy7tSWKREYg4/s1600/BlackBird%25234.72.5x7.2011.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcWaao9-_bP1CjDw_Fr8lGZ_KR4XUNN9CjVGIn0DzF6u229dAHS3o7dRr8BnREvNbs3j4-kNinuBd_iRV-sj32tKcumFO5pi6EY36Va3fmFS8Ka6HtXq_8_eOSIy7tSWKREYg4/s400/BlackBird%25234.72.5x7.2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615889159769871074" /></a><i>Black Bird#4, 5"x7" Oil on Panel, 2011</i><br />I photographed them several times in all different situations and trust me, this was the best I got. I guess they are holding their secrets.<br /><br />And one more link; I was having a twitter conversation (follow me@tracyhelgeson) with <a href="http://www.gallery523.com/">Robin Pedrero</a> this morning even though I am fairly bad at keeping up with the threads there. Anyway, a friend of hers sent me a link to a <a href="http://thedailybasics.com/enrichments/2011-06-08/34881/they-draw-travel-the-marvelous-map-contest">map contest,</a> which looks reallyreally cool, so I am passing it along. Looks like a good kid activity for the summer, and/or a fun detour for an artist. I love maps and even though I can't recall ever actually making one, I think I may try my hand at this one if I have time. Maybe a map of my garden since that is the only place I ever go anymore, heh.Tracy Helgesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07510044613771862211noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22266501.post-2392792216578348362011-05-27T19:00:00.004-04:002012-01-25T08:38:46.677-05:00Ashes, Ashes, We All Fall DownLast winter I noticed this on our property:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9w0uXmc-3NnSW0a2KyePPdEt9n_iDpX7VR-eXy0P16gwMxrk44ajehk_PdX2QAsHSxFFW3NoORNLrOSerudsnHHL8AZaAz1nprpcaduRW8ynJiF6NFA6r4g4ig2ab4at-4Ixl/s1600/WoodpeckerTree%25232.2011.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9w0uXmc-3NnSW0a2KyePPdEt9n_iDpX7VR-eXy0P16gwMxrk44ajehk_PdX2QAsHSxFFW3NoORNLrOSerudsnHHL8AZaAz1nprpcaduRW8ynJiF6NFA6r4g4ig2ab4at-4Ixl/s400/WoodpeckerTree%25232.2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611443179890417970" /></a><br />Then I got a pretty good shot of a beautiful <a href="http://www.pileatedwoodpeckercentral.com/">Pileated Woodpecker</a> who was getting busy with an ash tree in our front yard:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8c0EB6eSGs2pNijIgaRsAfWxfWHNlOwXjJPXgcv_pD4w6K_kxr9yOuCBUUfiB4vFUnM-oAbdDAZ5-hjl1HDd2Ivk9E1YXHLuoQ0A5MDrXGMc_T3wzIkUrQCa4mpqQugoBSeCI/s1600/WoodyWoodpecker1.30.11.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8c0EB6eSGs2pNijIgaRsAfWxfWHNlOwXjJPXgcv_pD4w6K_kxr9yOuCBUUfiB4vFUnM-oAbdDAZ5-hjl1HDd2Ivk9E1YXHLuoQ0A5MDrXGMc_T3wzIkUrQCa4mpqQugoBSeCI/s400/WoodyWoodpecker1.30.11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611443183132591666" /></a><br />He made several holes in the center of the tree, and then a bunch more after I took this photo: <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCjN7_XqQO_5VZqy62daeJdZv29yJGEsQF9e5WgSDvq93vYWO1VzDq1VRFILt7YGqngIT-lR1oxASysbBHw-P__ovY27oUzflIyhHYKALCkDJLKtXqIeOgG7tIuUQ497oavOm6/s1600/WoodpeckerNests2.4.11.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCjN7_XqQO_5VZqy62daeJdZv29yJGEsQF9e5WgSDvq93vYWO1VzDq1VRFILt7YGqngIT-lR1oxASysbBHw-P__ovY27oUzflIyhHYKALCkDJLKtXqIeOgG7tIuUQ497oavOm6/s400/WoodpeckerNests2.4.11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611442170603786850" /></a><br />After he finished completely gutting the tree, I guess he moved along because we haven't seen (or heard) him again. Maybe he decided to check out a few trees in the hundreds of acres of wooded land just down the road. heh.<br /><br />As visually captivating as these holes are, they have unfortunate consequences for us. We had a rocking thunderstorm last night and woke up to this:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheeI9ycUb0CiUTjVji8JLWwBchciIrd-BbxGuagbUEq6aUcTt2-IFQs-XnBFHo3P-YAQnd9JQlBytUDGhICgN17MYyCj5yNtwPh5IFqP9eh6LG8EjE7aTX29e4w2URDfkSfC91/s1600/TreeAfterStorm5.27.11.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheeI9ycUb0CiUTjVji8JLWwBchciIrd-BbxGuagbUEq6aUcTt2-IFQs-XnBFHo3P-YAQnd9JQlBytUDGhICgN17MYyCj5yNtwPh5IFqP9eh6LG8EjE7aTX29e4w2URDfkSfC91/s400/TreeAfterStorm5.27.11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611442165655959346" /></a><br />(Penny is also surveying the damage.)<br /><br />The center part of the tree that the woodpecker had been so diligently pecking at came down in the storm. Luckily it didn't hit the house, or the cars, or even the potted flowers I had set down along the sidewalk yesterday, so I am not complaining. We'll chop up the fallen branch and add it to our firewood pile; but between losing its main artery and the ash borer that is infecting trees in NY State, I suppose the rest of the tree will have to come down soon. <br /><br />We try not to micromanage our surroundings too much up here (with the exception of the dang weeds in the vegetable garden) so even though I will miss this lovely tree that shades our yard and house, I might also enjoy having the extra sunshine for my flower garden at the front of the house. Until then though, we will have a rather goofy looking tree in the yard.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbBxt6z9cv3Yq6C50uE5Ggz-terCX_X6J_y8HOvjsZc1kAbCRdqYZBDO-D9BkSeihlXPiYRmOkRXlk39WvAVbSQ5h8vCdmcAx-005Lr0sIzzcccnIA0snzPHKOxpFCLsHaA-FT/s1600/TreeAfterStorm%25232.5.27.11.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbBxt6z9cv3Yq6C50uE5Ggz-terCX_X6J_y8HOvjsZc1kAbCRdqYZBDO-D9BkSeihlXPiYRmOkRXlk39WvAVbSQ5h8vCdmcAx-005Lr0sIzzcccnIA0snzPHKOxpFCLsHaA-FT/s400/TreeAfterStorm%25232.5.27.11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611442164109111266" /></a>Tracy Helgesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07510044613771862211noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22266501.post-33099078495762756202011-05-09T13:46:00.008-04:002012-01-25T08:39:07.338-05:00This Will Be Fine, Right?????<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOMq9D9sz2A9DCXYmgh8djubx0OdMMwaEKAGy5QA1fye52tM8hJAKgMYYYlfikVYyBFrp0sZeT7BBtmaHK_GM4fLoWT4spsy5PM-wudGVEAn2iO61MmSgymIYmLtYyvdDR6pA7/s1600/WhiteHouse.72.10x8.2011.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOMq9D9sz2A9DCXYmgh8djubx0OdMMwaEKAGy5QA1fye52tM8hJAKgMYYYlfikVYyBFrp0sZeT7BBtmaHK_GM4fLoWT4spsy5PM-wudGVEAn2iO61MmSgymIYmLtYyvdDR6pA7/s400/WhiteHouse.72.10x8.2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604765122103600482" /></a><i>White House, 10"x8" Oil on Panel, 2011</i><br /><br />After frittering away quite a lot of days lately I am finally getting down to business <i>but omg, why must I always procrastinate????</i> SO much work to do in the garden, which can't really be put off, and also I have a number of exhibits to prepare for in the coming months. Mostly a few group shows but they all involve me having to develop some new (for me) subject matter so some extra time and energy will be necessary. <br /><br />However, one event that is coming up will need even more that that. One of the first places I showed my landscapes years ago was at a local nonprofit gallery, <a href="http://www.smithypioneer.org/about.html">The Smithy-Pioneer Gallery.</a> I have been included in their member group shows each summer (it's a seasonal gallery), have had a solo show and they can also take credit for getting my name listed in the <a href="http://www.artinamericamagazine.com/">Art in America's Annual Guide</a> which I admit to being totally giddy about. <br /><br />A few months ago, the new director contacted me and asked if I would like to be part of an exhibition called "Rural" that will be up during the month of August. I said yes, even though my exhibition schedule for 2011 was already getting a bit hectic and even though I usually try not to participate in anything bigger than a group show in August and September. I have learned from experience that it is really difficult to prepare for anything big while the kids are home during the summer, however, lately it is seeming like a bad idea to turn down any good opportunities. But I also paused when I heard who else would be exhibiting simultaneously. <br /><br />But let me back up a bit first. The Smithy is the oldest building in Cooperstown. It has three floors, each with varying kinds of gallery space. The first floor is at street level and is the original part of the building, it's very rustic; stone walls, forges, anvils, and tools remain from its original use as a blacksmith shop. The second floor is where the member group show is held each summer, in addition to a small room that features a solo show each month. I had a <a href="http://worksbytracy.blogspot.com/2008/07/little-show.html">solo</a> there in the summer of 2008. And the third floor is a large open space, which usually features one or two artists and often has a particular theme, often historical. This is the space I will be sharing with <a href="http://nancysamstein.com/">Nancy Samstein</a>. The member group show and solo show by Michael Whaling will be on the second floor and <a href="http://wolfkahn.com/index2.html">Wolf Kahn</a> will be showing on the first floor.<br /><br />Yes. You read that right.<br /><br />THE Wolf Kahn. Monotypes, and maybe a few oil paintings. This is all exciting and everything but I must admit to being a bit intimidated as well. Over the years, people have often told me that my work reminds them of Wolf Kahn's and while flattering, I have never been quite comfortable with that, especially since I wasn't really aware of his work when I began my whole landscape/barn/color thing in 2003. (I wrote about that <a href="http://worksbytracy.blogspot.com/2006/05/wolf-kahn.html">here</a> and also wrote about <a href="http://worksbytracy.blogspot.com/2010/10/seeing-wolf-kahn.html">meeting him"</a> last year.) However, I feel now that even though our subject matter is still similar, the point of where my work has crisscrossed with his has passed. I was still concerned about being in such close proximity though and also about inundating viewers with barns and fields and tree lines, and I considered fast tracking a vegetable series I have going (more about that another time) so I could show those instead. But Doug assured me that my work has shifted away from his and it is true, I see that and I also hear FAR less feedback lately that includes his name in it;) So I am going to do some new work for this show, pursue the darker palette I have been using lately and also include more head on barn imagery like House, shown above, instead of the more angled views of structures I usually do. I think these are just a few of the shifts in my work that have distanced mine from his. Phew;)<br /><br />So mostly I am pretty excited about this, but I still plan to stress a bit as well, which will ensure that things will be fine. Right?<br /><br />PS. No word on whether Mr. Kahn will actually be at the opening reception. Please do NOT get me started on how much I will be stressing about that if he does attend. Heh.<br /><br />PPS. I just realized that I really should have added here that I LOVE Wolf Kahn's work. It took awhile but I was finally able to see his oil paintings in person and they were simply stunning, so much better than any of the reproductions. I guess that is another reason why having my work in the vicinity of his is intimidating to me, I can't compete!!!!!Tracy Helgesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07510044613771862211noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22266501.post-3405622456934842422011-05-03T10:33:00.001-04:002012-01-25T08:39:28.237-05:00Different<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUgMWrqEuyZAYe4HJyxMtg4g5NS8yAgNOG6fvliaDtSeqbtW7ms-SMP-xIP2pMI_WoPavM_zKKt9p_7d6N25Gb8nrlPgudgu2Lvn9WvgZtRYt4pk7v72RN6iEiY8X1x1QC_qkj/s1600/Underpaintings5.3.11.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUgMWrqEuyZAYe4HJyxMtg4g5NS8yAgNOG6fvliaDtSeqbtW7ms-SMP-xIP2pMI_WoPavM_zKKt9p_7d6N25Gb8nrlPgudgu2Lvn9WvgZtRYt4pk7v72RN6iEiY8X1x1QC_qkj/s400/Underpaintings5.3.11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602484834301036338" /></a><br />I have quite a bit of work that I should be doing, including several shows to prepare for, yet I am having quite a lot of trouble getting uninterrupted time in the studio. I blame the kids for this although it's possible that the magnetic pull from the computer screen has something to do with is as well. But mostly I blame the kids. Seriously. I can't believe I ever thought life was hectic when they were babies! Even though they are off to school during the day and supposedly that's my studio time, lately their needs are taking over that time as well, what with meetings, sewing things, dropping stuff off somewhere, laundry and picking stuff up all. the. time. It seems endless. <br /><br />I used to be disciplined enough to just sit down and work in whatever time was available, but I have lost that. Partly because my studio is in the attic now, and not downstairs in the middle of everything like it used to be, which had its own problems. But mostly I think it's because my work and career have been in so much flux in the last few years. My excitement for working in the studio has changed; and it has taken me some time to see that it's not gone, it's just different. I have been letting that change throw me off but lately I am trying to work with it rather than trying to force myself to have the same intensity that I had years ago. Things are different now. I am different now. After many long discussions with Doug, I have come to see that despite all these changes in my work habits (which I have considered to be laziness and procrastination) my work has continued to grow and evolve. It's also more consistent; I make far, FAR less paintings for the sand down pile. So I need to accept these shifts and give myself permission to change without flipping out about it all the time. heh. <br /><br />Anyway, it took me an embarrassingly long time to get around to starting this batch of small format paintings, but I finally managed it yesterday. The second I started moving the paint around I was in love with making art again so everything is right even if everything is different.Tracy Helgesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07510044613771862211noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22266501.post-7244509816698104922011-04-19T11:33:00.003-04:002012-01-25T08:39:50.149-05:00Stella is a Sicilian Buttercup<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdVgFgt3aKXs7nEnvnta4u4NOpCV0IwcMOUolBK_C2pLkJJ44dCzOWqafwaKqCnXo5n5HMJWbEGB4VacrLwH1pZudtUlvM9b3QY2WDNyTrnxd4aeLGO9KOCRGZnER5Ppr33kpf/s1600/Stustella4.2011.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdVgFgt3aKXs7nEnvnta4u4NOpCV0IwcMOUolBK_C2pLkJJ44dCzOWqafwaKqCnXo5n5HMJWbEGB4VacrLwH1pZudtUlvM9b3QY2WDNyTrnxd4aeLGO9KOCRGZnER5Ppr33kpf/s400/Stustella4.2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597315311461586962" /></a><br />It took me awhile to accept that what I was hearing from the oldster's chicken coop last winter was a rooster crowing. I was convinced that it was just the crowing from the hen house in the back of the house, bouncing off the hills that surround us. But finally I just couldn't ignore the distinctive sounds of a rooster's crow and the little chicken that suddenly looked like a beautiful rooster. <br /><br />StuStella, mid crow:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAw3o0o33gZQRvrksYeIr32-Wb0VU796rr4g2CTZeZu3iD7B4wxsA3QxLIz2ph2LP2Z2LqIv3CmQPoETXAsrhuNDY4wkGRBZE-z9i38Wzn0b0t9yn2mZEILWhLyLiS6qACsOOt/s1600/StustellaCrowing4.2011.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAw3o0o33gZQRvrksYeIr32-Wb0VU796rr4g2CTZeZu3iD7B4wxsA3QxLIz2ph2LP2Z2LqIv3CmQPoETXAsrhuNDY4wkGRBZE-z9i38Wzn0b0t9yn2mZEILWhLyLiS6qACsOOt/s400/StustellaCrowing4.2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597315314234480018" /></a><br /><br />And so turns out that <a href="http://worksbytracy.blogspot.com/2010/09/stella.html">Stella</a> is actually Stu. And not only is he not a she, he is not a bantam either; he is a regular rooster, a <a href="http://www.backyardchickens.com/breeds/sicilian_buttercup/28300">Sicilian Buttercup</a> rooster to be exact. Although, you shouldn't take my word for it, clearly I can't tell a boy from a girl, or a bantam from a standard, if slightly rare breed. Frankly, I could still be wrong since I simply looked at my chicken books and found a picture that looks like StuStella, which is what we call him. Well, mostly. I still think of him as Stella and sometimes call him Stella out loud just so I can keep doing the Marlon Brando thing. heh.<br /><br />StuStella is a really nice rooster. Especially compared to the two nasty ones that rule the new flock with an iron claw and have worn off nearly all of the hen's feathers with their um, aggressive passion. Stustella is not quite as friendly with me as he was when she was a chick and eating out of my hand and perching on our hands and shoulders, but he is not at all mean or threatening to me or to his ladies. And he's got to be a bummed that he is in with the geriatric crowd (5 and 6 year old hens, yikes!). But he watches over them carefully when they are free ranging and is very gentle and brief when he occasionally gets some action. I get the feeling sometimes that the hens are just humoring him by letting him think he is in charge, because after all, they were quite independent for over a year after their last guy died and they did quite fine on their own.<br /><br />Surrounded by his ladies::<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigTSbAmYQVutgr5ucpVFsNDMCwbU41lpUnYHaccy9nc8Ym0IoMOOGEwIMbyQa9xYHLOpvPPo5Psp0cO2YRA-xlesT6H05QaJZTHxRHX_CSXyVLBwb_MONpynhq4EkFXZZtbFvk/s1600/StuStella%2526Crew4.2011.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigTSbAmYQVutgr5ucpVFsNDMCwbU41lpUnYHaccy9nc8Ym0IoMOOGEwIMbyQa9xYHLOpvPPo5Psp0cO2YRA-xlesT6H05QaJZTHxRHX_CSXyVLBwb_MONpynhq4EkFXZZtbFvk/s400/StuStella%2526Crew4.2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597315300656954162" /></a><br /><br />So anyway, now we are a three rooster family which is at least one and maybe two too many. StuStella is staying though, one should never let a good guy go. Plus he is a good reminder to me that I don't know everything and that sometimes I don't know anything! <br /><br />Hmmm, maybe StuStella should have his own facebook page and twitter account?????<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga0bHsDeMKxE2JesYdqY015D9dqn3LGH5u81JDkSgtooPMcZPfQR9APZrxaosHiPwSFIgVvMYpSh4js38AlTlOO9u6KTqSvyGwxs2_WDgPc8lsLFAp83QKbkLTcl2K3wvlRO8L/s1600/StuStella%25232.4.2011.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga0bHsDeMKxE2JesYdqY015D9dqn3LGH5u81JDkSgtooPMcZPfQR9APZrxaosHiPwSFIgVvMYpSh4js38AlTlOO9u6KTqSvyGwxs2_WDgPc8lsLFAp83QKbkLTcl2K3wvlRO8L/s400/StuStella%25232.4.2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597315295795176338" /></a>Tracy Helgesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07510044613771862211noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22266501.post-10118789740003270522011-04-15T16:13:00.004-04:002012-01-25T08:40:18.817-05:00Baby Jules!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghs906X-wbMeEFLo70p21VIlbtYA-3pKtKrUUg886FFr5IEYyxIL-XvYdBC6KmF1NY3h6oA64wsAU4g0IiqBX7dy6ep9X2JrMFQ9-j1TxcLGmG2p0AlzYGMdDG7JaJ1Ku58xnb/s1600/Julien4.15.2011.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghs906X-wbMeEFLo70p21VIlbtYA-3pKtKrUUg886FFr5IEYyxIL-XvYdBC6KmF1NY3h6oA64wsAU4g0IiqBX7dy6ep9X2JrMFQ9-j1TxcLGmG2p0AlzYGMdDG7JaJ1Ku58xnb/s400/Julien4.15.2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595903368678297314" /></a><br />In the past few years I have told the stories here of the birth of each of my daughters (<a href="http://worksbytracy.blogspot.com/2009/06/sophie-and-sun.html">here</a> and <a href="http://worksbytracy.blogspot.com/2009/07/ginger-baby-is-10.html">here</a>), and since tomorrow is my son's birthday, I figured I better dust off my blogger password and post his story too before I get accused of favoritism. So kick back and get comfy; this is a long one.<br /><br />Doug and I moved to Utah in late 1993 so that he could work full time with a company he had part ownership of. We rented a big rambling house that had a firepole (no really, it did) from the main floor to the basement. The house was kinda rundown but was in a great location, right in town yet totally secluded on a few acres between the Logan River and a canal. Kurtis (our nephew) was four and had just come to live with us. And after trying for a few years and thinking it wasn't going to happen, all of a sudden at the end of the summer of 1994, I was pregnant.<br /><br />Despite a few moments of sheer panic, <i>omg! a BABY is actually going to be coming OUT of my body!!!!!</i> Doug and I were thrilled and early on decided to have a home birth. I did a ton of reading (books, no internet back then in the dark ages) based upon a few suggestions from some friends of ours who raved about how wonderful their home birth had been. I asked around and somehow came across the name of a midwife. We met with her and after asking her just a few of the questions on our list, Doug and I both knew we loved and trusted her completely. <br /><br />However, most everyone we knew thought we were cuckoo. We fielded many calls from friends and family who were worried about me and questioning our sanity. My mom was so uncomfortable with the whole concept that she wouldn't even discuss the birth with me, which made me very sad. And when we chose not to have an ultrasound it got worse. However, Doug and I knew what kind of a birth we wanted and so we ignored all the drama. Through our midwife Chris and her assistant Alissa (who assisted in Sophie's birth too and is still a very dear friend), I had met many other couples who felt as we did, and so they became our support system. <br /><br />So anyway, I had a great pregnancy, and I know it's not popular to say this but I loved every bit of it. I felt great, didn't care about the parts that weren't so great, didn't freak out about how much weight I gained for once in my life, and I felt so peaceful. I loved the feeling of a baby inside me even when he made me pee all the time and then gave me heartburn too. I didn't have any morning sickness although I did have a few seasick moments early on. I recall being in a hotel room during a car trip we were taking and watching the video for Sheryl Crowe's song, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I6zIEfSxqkg">All I Wanna Do</a> (the original version, before they cropped out the creepy guy watching her perform) and feeling like I was in a boat on the ocean, I am still reminded of that feeling whenever I hear that song!<br /><br />My due date was 'around' April 1st but I wasn't paying much attention to the dates; I could tell we weren't even close. However, I think everyone we knew called us that day, hoping for an April Fool's baby. About a week later the Braxton Hicks started, they were pretty strong and usually lasted every evening for several hours. I was paying close attention to my instincts though, which initially were only off by two days, heh. On April 13th we called Chris. She stayed all evening while I had pretty serious contractions and even though I was still sure I was going to have the baby that night, she knew otherwise. And about an hour later everything stopped and everyone went home. Ack!<br /><br />The next day I walked and cleaned all day, and the contractions started again that evening, but I didn't think it was going to happen that night so I did what I could to ignore them. The next day I walked around outside as much as I could again and when the contractions started that night I knew it was time. The first few hours were fine, we were all talking and laughing. Doug held my hand the whole time, but as I progressed I finally had to tell him to stop looking at me with the big puppy dog pity eyes; I was fine! That was the only thing that bugged me, well besides being left out of the conversation while I was having a contraction, by the time I was done they had moved on to another topic and I was perpetually behind. <br /><br />I think I labored like this for about 6 hours, pretty tough but I was doing the Bradley Method, deep breathing and relaxing completely during each contraction so they were manageable, even if I couldn't chat during them;) Finally there was a change around 2 am, I could feel it. It was time to push and so that's what I did. It took me awhile to get the hang of it (if you don't already know, you don't wanna know now) and after an hour or so, there was no progression. Chris checked me again and told us that the top of the baby's head was not at the opening of my uterus. She said she had seen this before and that sometimes the uterus is tipped back so that even though the baby is in the right place, the opening of the uterus isn't and that it was like trying to put on a turtleneck, shoulders first. If I been in a hospital this would have probably turned into a c-section or at the very least a vacuum assisted birth, but Chris said to NOT push during the next few contractions and that the baby would then be moved to the opening of the uterus. At this point I was like, <i>whatever,</i> so I didn't push when my uterus wanted me to and I think I can safely say that this was the hardest thing that I have ever done in my whole entire life. Not physically, although there was that too, but there was something so emotionally visceral about the need to push and not doing it and I don't even think I can explain it better than that, it was just so intense. <br /><br />After the longest forty-five minutes of my life, the baby got into position (it worked!) and after another half hour or so, there he was; all screaming and poopy (he had meconium on the way out) and red and wrinkled and with a little conehead from being in the birth canal for so long. Doug kept saying "it's a baby, it's a baby" like he had never seen a baby come out of me before, and we were both crying. It was the first best moment of my life. It took us awhile but finally we decided to see if it was a boy or girl since even though I had thought it was a boy, we didn't really know. Then we just laughed because we realized that we didn't care about that. It didn't matter, the baby was out! <br /><br />We named him Julien for Doug's grandfather, Jules who was really Julius (we chickened out on both Julius and Jules) and spelled it with an 'e' instead of an 'a' because we knew we were going to call him Jules anyway, and somehow that made sense. It's possible that I might have still been in the haze of labor and love and a new baby, because a few days later I considered either going with Julius after all or at least spelling Julien with an 'a'. But we ended up leaving it and everyone always spells it with an 'a'. Sigh.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7MyP1rhY6xjk5qJoIlPtbwE7K_Q6bYXEUXCjnknZkauIuWO4vOe8jjLTKDz-yEsOSKvo-IOm5NHDtcUfS0QTIG5y9eNpzeurmh9Dc4xoJI0UtG7Bal0VUfMea6k2qNKnicB3K/s1600/JulienOutside4.1995.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7MyP1rhY6xjk5qJoIlPtbwE7K_Q6bYXEUXCjnknZkauIuWO4vOe8jjLTKDz-yEsOSKvo-IOm5NHDtcUfS0QTIG5y9eNpzeurmh9Dc4xoJI0UtG7Bal0VUfMea6k2qNKnicB3K/s400/JulienOutside4.1995.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595892640492164674" /></a><br /><br />Julien was born near dawn on Easter Sunday (not a huge holiday for a non-practicing Jew and a near athiest but everyone around us thought it was special). As Chris, Alissa and Doug cleaned up around me (vinyl mattress covers are VERY handy for a home birth) the cameraman arrived. Yes, cameraman. I had agreed to participate in a short documentary that a friend of Alissa's was doing about the differences in how babies breastfeed after medicated vs. unmedicated births. In probably the only few un-self-conscious minutes of my life, someone that I did not know videotaped me while I was breastfeeding my first baby. Julien was actually sucking his fingers within 2 seconds of his birth, while still crying but after a bit he settled down and after I took his fingers out of his mouth he latched on like a pro. I have never seen this video and since I am back to being my usual self conscious self, I don't really want to. <br /><br />So there you are, the story of Julien's birth. He will be sixteen tomorrow and I often feel like I might burst with pride and love for him. He is an artist, a musician, a writer, creative, sensitive, responsible, a wee bit moody, a bit shy, very thoughtful and handsome. <br /><br />A few more thoughts:<br /><br />Living near the water while pregnant was very interesting; The sound of the river was very relaxing during labor and especially during all those evenings of faux labor, but it also made me feel like I had to pee about a 100% more often than I already did. <br /><br />I watched the entire OJ Simpson trial while pregnant and I think deep down, Julien must be an expert on that case.<br /><br />During the labor, Doug complained that his arm really hurt from throwing a heavy rock into the river earlier that day while we were walking around. Everyone looked at him and he still says he could tell we were ALL thinking, <i>shut up.</i><br /><br />Chris showed us the placenta and how it was starting to break down, so Julien was obviously significantly overdue. We kept the placenta in the freezer for a few weeks or so, then planted in the flower garden which is supposed to be good luck.<br /><br />Around 6am Kurtis came in. He had slept through the whole thing! His eyes were all big; he left right away and came back with a little stuffed animal and set it down next to Julien. That was the 2nd time I cried in a day. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgeRmyVizsgauDxs-SL1h28sK-TmAjprTH2ItTIZM5xKB3chT07F6jYzPlyfv_M_DL8JojI0vZOO3Pdc1tFyrSBEFt2jif36BKKN-HvcqpE9sHSsTfjtq90gmVnxxrHPkFPiGn/s1600/Kurtis4.16.1995.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgeRmyVizsgauDxs-SL1h28sK-TmAjprTH2ItTIZM5xKB3chT07F6jYzPlyfv_M_DL8JojI0vZOO3Pdc1tFyrSBEFt2jif36BKKN-HvcqpE9sHSsTfjtq90gmVnxxrHPkFPiGn/s400/Kurtis4.16.1995.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595892644685996914" /></a><br /><br />Kurtis with Julien who is crying in the next photo that was taken;) And yes, Kurtis is wearing Power Ranger gloves and his Batman cape.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0oY7ABqCHVllgfPzUFNUt_wd8oYv4zle86kzy005AC-orulhaMixuI0Y6NSZGEAh0S1SwXAEEx4rwiMfYVeNquFOEHyatHhs8cbAlDAxcsfLOz3PmbRi3b9Q4e7xFEYbFlIv7/s1600/Julien%253AKurtis4.1995.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0oY7ABqCHVllgfPzUFNUt_wd8oYv4zle86kzy005AC-orulhaMixuI0Y6NSZGEAh0S1SwXAEEx4rwiMfYVeNquFOEHyatHhs8cbAlDAxcsfLOz3PmbRi3b9Q4e7xFEYbFlIv7/s400/Julien%253AKurtis4.1995.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595892630933561282" /></a><br /><br />Julien's finger sucking at birth was a sign to come, he was a devoted thumb sucker until he went to kindergarten and got a bit of teasing. I felt a bit sad when he stopped.<br /><br />I loved every single minute of our home birth even the crazy part when I couldn't push. It was wonderful to be surrounded by people who cared about me, who weren't on any kind of schedule and it was really nice to be in my own queen sized bed!!!! <br /><br />I can't say enough about <a href="http://www.bradleybirth.com/">The Bradley Method</a> which got me through 2 more wonderful but very different home births.<br /><br />And even though I haven't seen them since we moved away 8 years ago, I still feel an incredible closeness to Chris, Alissa and Kezia who did the documentary and was with us during the whole fake out labor and then the real one too. Yay for Facebook!<br /><br />Chris and Julien, April, 1995<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYkRUY9p3Q7HSL2581M6kZjuF-VV6r9qy_a9E0oNa1gHA8tQbObqdcfVEsPzIpNQFQMQiNm0XBMfkTQG3ukIRjg2tmkztHU-7eAzhxHTnzsS5BSrKcSXZfCRQcD5O97CDswXZj/s1600/Chris%253AJulien1995.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYkRUY9p3Q7HSL2581M6kZjuF-VV6r9qy_a9E0oNa1gHA8tQbObqdcfVEsPzIpNQFQMQiNm0XBMfkTQG3ukIRjg2tmkztHU-7eAzhxHTnzsS5BSrKcSXZfCRQcD5O97CDswXZj/s400/Chris%253AJulien1995.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595892637393033890" /></a>Tracy Helgesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07510044613771862211noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22266501.post-48235736796863368972011-01-27T10:09:00.006-05:002012-01-25T13:34:15.142-05:00More About the Photos<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXIBQ9IvMLoaSuhdzjSlTWdpLj4Y6dB1NZoGArQuBP6EZzKUR36jsQVw5ckPYAOad1OVECXk3UQ2dVCIC-yUNcrb2cTcpQ2sNEfjMSF29xWC8dp4tF-Dm-7gIeyEnTGnYo7jxz/s1600/RedScarfDay72.14x18.2010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXIBQ9IvMLoaSuhdzjSlTWdpLj4Y6dB1NZoGArQuBP6EZzKUR36jsQVw5ckPYAOad1OVECXk3UQ2dVCIC-yUNcrb2cTcpQ2sNEfjMSF29xWC8dp4tF-Dm-7gIeyEnTGnYo7jxz/s400/RedScarfDay72.14x18.2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566881865136180850" /></a><i>Red Scarf Day, 2010, Oil on Panel, 18"x14"</i><br /><br />Well, somehow January has almost completely flitted right by without me even once getting to my easel. I should be embarrassed to admit that, especially after I posted all my grand plans for the coming year, but somehow I'm not. I have a busy year coming up and I know that I will be completely swamped soon enough. Anyway, it's not like I have been doing nothing; I have been lining up a few new projects (will announce those as they become official), my girls have a crazy sports schedule and there has been a lot of driving and shoveling snow and attending basketball games. I have also taken some extra time each day to read more books, which I have really enjoyed. <br /><br />I finally finished sorting the reference photos yesterday and that whole thing turned out to be SO overwhelming. First of all, I didn't realize just how many boxes of them I had collected, geez. I must have thousands of photographs! I should not be allowed to get obsessed with things. Heh, like THAT'S even possible. Secondly, sorting them turned out to affect me emotionally and I really could only work on them for brief periods before getting overwhelmed. I kept finding myself thinking about all these people and their lives, then moved on to think about how many stories and lives that there are in America and then in the whole world. Way overwhelming. Did I already say that?????<br /><br />I also broke one of my rules of the 'People You Know' project. I had initially decided not to look for anybody whose pictures I found so that I could have to freedom to do whatever I wanted with the images. However, a few years ago I found a huge box of photos that traced the courtship, marriage and family life of one specific family. I have already used many of these photos for several of the portraits that I did last year in Vermont (see above) and as I began sorting I decided to keep the whole group of family pictures together. The photos are wonderful; they portray a classic 50's family filled with holidays, train sets, boys wearing cowboy hats, kids in the pool, in Boy Scouts, in the choir, the band and eventually posing with their prom dates and then graduating. As I looked through all of them I realized that I HAD to know what happened to the family, what they did, how the kids turned out, etc. I did some googling but the last name is rather common so didn't have much success with that. Finally though, I came across a Christmas letter written by the mother which gave me a few clues and I found the oldest son. <br /><br />I debated for a few days about contacting him, because I knew doing so would change the whole direction of what I hoped to do with their photos, but finally I just couldn't stand it so I scanned one of the photos and sent 'D' an email. He responded rather quickly and we ended up talking on the phone. He was very nice, puzzled as to how I ended up with a big box of his family photos (I think that his mother had sent all these photos to her parents over the years and after they died, the box ended up in some sort of estate sale and then ended up for sale on ebay by an antiques dealer) and when it sounded like he didn't really have very many of his childhood photos, I ended up telling him that he really should have the photos, not me. I did ask him if I could scan some of them for use later on (he agreed to let me do that) and also described an idea I had about a project concerning his particular family images. D was actually very interested in that and after exchanging a few more emails, we decided to collaborate on the project over the coming year or so. He told me a little bit about his family members, just enough to keep me from completely busting open with curiosity and we decided that at some point in the spring we will get together in person so I can give him the box of photos and also to discuss the project further.<br /><br />D should have the photos and I know that I did the right thing by offering to give them to him. And even though he is being VERY generous in allowing me to scan as many of them as I want, I still find myself feeling incredibly sad about not having the original photos. A combination of many reasons; how I like to have things, how I love to look through the actual photographs, feel the edges, the weight of the paper, the creases, read the notations on the back. It turns out that the tactile aspect of the photographs is a more important aspect of the "People You Know' project that I had originally thought.<br /><br />So I was right about contact changing the direction of this series and while this is looking like it will be better and more fulfilling, I am not going to risk it again. I have two other family photo lots on hand, families that I am SO curious about but I am just going to put all that crazy-bursting-curiosity-energy into the paintings from now on.<br /><br />Well, ok, I MIGHT do a little bit of googling but there will me NO actual contact!Tracy Helgesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07510044613771862211noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22266501.post-5764892720267762422011-01-11T14:11:00.003-05:002012-01-25T13:34:36.292-05:00Sorting It All Out<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWnxyef3pvElO44bkC7esS1w5kEvXiOVyUJm61TaLVlpFGy9lxFRKAMJnk2j7EXeW5k28v4B-celxfZODDI0Uumo5H8ujCICGAX8BJwyDdEDVCG8Xasw4MWVD8zmMVDpxbeCfv/s1600/Photos72.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWnxyef3pvElO44bkC7esS1w5kEvXiOVyUJm61TaLVlpFGy9lxFRKAMJnk2j7EXeW5k28v4B-celxfZODDI0Uumo5H8ujCICGAX8BJwyDdEDVCG8Xasw4MWVD8zmMVDpxbeCfv/s400/Photos72.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561029455243543442" /></a><br /><br />I have been collecting old family photos (other family's photos, not mine) as reference material for the <a href="http://tracyhelgeson.com/section/150484_People_You_Know.html">'People You Know'</a> project for several years and now have a crazyville, hoarder-like pile of them sitting here in my studio. At first I tried organizing them at least into piles of yes, no and maybe, but I didn't really keep up with that and so they eventually ended up all mixed together in several boxes. That disorganization was very overwhelming to me and was one of the reasons I kept putting off getting back to the project last fall. I knew before I could do anything I would have to sort and prioritize the images, which in turn helps me determine the direction to take with the series. <br /><br />So after quite a bit of procrastination (who me???) I finally began sorting them out yesterday. For some dumb, overly optimistic reason, I had assumed it would only take an afternoon or so to go through 5 million photographs, but now I see that it will take much longer. It took me at least an hour to decide HOW to sort them. At first I thought there only needed to be three piles; yes, no and maybe. Then I thought I should try to keep them together by family (I often get boxes of photos from one family) but they have gotten too scattered for that. Finally I decided that I should make piles based on the subject matter; couples, men, women, children, landscape/buildings. I started with those categories and promptly realized that I would have to add many more; adults WITH children, two people, three people, big groups of people, prom dates, cars, animals/pets, interiors (amazing how many people take pictures of their living rooms!), gardens, Christmas trees, people on horses, the aftermath of big snowstorms, sunbathers on the beach, vacation photos, people eating dinner, weddings, school photos, class photos, and parades. <br /><br />Then things really got confusing. There was a lot of overlap and I spent entirely too much time stressing about where to place the photo of the car stuck in the snow on the country road or the wedding reception dinner on the beach or the girl holding a cat in front of a Christmas tree. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl_QtaidVAHSUoZyvpBgsi-JBYd8FicvR5V40zJg9Q_rZxtRur-sxjBr72ZQaVpJ9dbE3glMLKqdBxrJe1sZCDS3T4fCTx__9RQ9QfXipt3qxc6X8D40gONICvDh0iFD8td-AY/s1600/Girl%253ACat%253AXmasTree.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 394px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl_QtaidVAHSUoZyvpBgsi-JBYd8FicvR5V40zJg9Q_rZxtRur-sxjBr72ZQaVpJ9dbE3glMLKqdBxrJe1sZCDS3T4fCTx__9RQ9QfXipt3qxc6X8D40gONICvDh0iFD8td-AY/s400/Girl%253ACat%253AXmasTree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560996019321979426" /></a>When I began to seriously consider another pile called 'trifecta' I decided I better chill out and just do the best I could. <br /><br />The thing is though, it helps me to have them in categories. I like to work in series and am looking at several series within a series here. And even though I am pretty sure that I won't be painting images of little babies or even children in general, they are too cute and I don't do cute even thought this baby is SERIOUSLY cute: <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwT1BdP64aoXoaadxYjApkngMpU7twURqpAG3z4yQzslGyQ-sT3MMBSEcewachi_SSwvvvDLrLDqZHCw_dUN4AVoDI7GMhZT59REEgNEA-NaKRrsG7q3X3v7awWgtZuG-YlP3m/s1600/baby72.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwT1BdP64aoXoaadxYjApkngMpU7twURqpAG3z4yQzslGyQ-sT3MMBSEcewachi_SSwvvvDLrLDqZHCw_dUN4AVoDI7GMhZT59REEgNEA-NaKRrsG7q3X3v7awWgtZuG-YlP3m/s400/baby72.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560996010733521394" /></a>I have also learned that I should never say never; I will be keeping every photo no matter how improbable it seems to me now that it will ever be a useful reference to me. Like this one for example: <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW5jJHJV4fSLBnpREeYsYe3RcI3aZileDppPM4Bw5OIA3OKjirtAakkxYz9b76sJ8br66IpKmZpPUfCweLCDYyZgBFg3vfGwFrhoKXkqvZKQIY2CV5aBdx8ZXqUvimn2ezyGuM/s1600/Dancing72.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW5jJHJV4fSLBnpREeYsYe3RcI3aZileDppPM4Bw5OIA3OKjirtAakkxYz9b76sJ8br66IpKmZpPUfCweLCDYyZgBFg3vfGwFrhoKXkqvZKQIY2CV5aBdx8ZXqUvimn2ezyGuM/s400/Dancing72.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560997593996440674" /></a>I can't see using it as reference but omg, what a great bad photo! I always laugh when I see that couple dancing and can totally imagine how they must have been moving around the dance floor at this rockin' party. This photo stays and I might even frame it......<br /><br />Once I get all the photos categorized I will go through each group and pick out a few for the 'yes, I must paint this right now' pile. Foursome is definitely one of those: <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdCASQ9SMxrv-1CJqQ-hJ2No9pNOQS0UnD1jNgMqzzB7IIMZvtYd56UcNmviLvuoPCi9aU1x8fpqrO-0jpltp34-ciutpRagEvaXtkyvczhLZi9yNCYCJbqYYzgzzq7s8iDJU7/s1600/Foursome72.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 388px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdCASQ9SMxrv-1CJqQ-hJ2No9pNOQS0UnD1jNgMqzzB7IIMZvtYd56UcNmviLvuoPCi9aU1x8fpqrO-0jpltp34-ciutpRagEvaXtkyvczhLZi9yNCYCJbqYYzgzzq7s8iDJU7/s400/Foursome72.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560996023997597218" /></a><i>Foursome</i><br /><br />And while sorting them, I have also been obsessing about how to store them. I am good at multi-tasking! The super organized part of me that has been able to fit ten tons of junk into one room wants to go out and buy about 25 nice perfect stackable plastic bins, one for each category. However, the more practical solution is to put them into large ziploc bags and keep them in a file cabinet drawer. Easier to look through them that way, I think, and less expensive even though I do love those bins. heh.Tracy Helgesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07510044613771862211noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22266501.post-55849627675205301882011-01-06T16:27:00.002-05:002012-01-25T13:34:59.461-05:00Planning for 2011<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9a4bOY0AbYJA_JMSd9Su_XqzkdrHoXUnwrdcUBoqtEPRCZW4RO0cylG6fScYY13FEsG2D-IIUaxMfPAro7McX8GhqjGz0hJ_Yc1ZPtmCvxgass6A_ZZI7nNdULQ7JYAB1mhiQ/s1600/LandscapeStudy%2523304.72.6x6.2010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9a4bOY0AbYJA_JMSd9Su_XqzkdrHoXUnwrdcUBoqtEPRCZW4RO0cylG6fScYY13FEsG2D-IIUaxMfPAro7McX8GhqjGz0hJ_Yc1ZPtmCvxgass6A_ZZI7nNdULQ7JYAB1mhiQ/s400/LandscapeStudy%2523304.72.6x6.2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559186849773706882" /></a><i>Landscape Study #304, 6"x6", Oil on Cradled Panel, 2010</i><br /><br />For some reason I have been assuming that I don't have much going on in the coming year, but after sitting down and looking at the events that I have lined up thus far, I actually think I will be fairly busy. Not as busy as I was a few years ago but I have decided to view this as a more streamlined schedule. hah. <br /><br />Generally when I plan my studio schedule, I allow about 2 months of pretty solid painting time for a solo show, so I block in those times first. Then I look at any group shows that only need a few pieces and if I don't already have work on hand for those events, I set aside about 2-4 weeks to do that work. That is more than enough time to do two or three paintings, but in those situations I often do several extra paintings so that I have some choices for the show (I have learned not to put all my eggs in one basket) and also I prefer working on at least five paintings at once, I do much better that way rather than getting all obsessed with one painting which usually leads to overworking it. Then with the months where I don't have to be preparing for anything, I try to work on other things such as the People You Know portraits, or experimenting with other subject matter. I always hope to do more charcoal and/or pencil drawing during those times, but I haven't exactly met that particular goal, oops. Also in early fall I usually need to do a few new landscapes just to have on hand to trade out with the galleries' inventories before the holidays if necessary.<br /><br />I used to write all this stuff down on a large calender on the wall, along with due dates, reception dates, etc. But either I have a better memory now or I have much less going on (ok, it's the latter) and I mostly just keep it all in my head and on the sidebar of my blog. Plus referring to my emails and/or gallery websites for specific dates works too. Super high tech, I am.<br /><br />So anyway. Here is my plan for 2011:<br /><br />January and part of February: People You Know portraits, and begin a new series involving vegetables (stay tuned for more info on THAT one).<br /><br />Mid February through March: begin working on the paintings for my solo show at <a href="http://www.theharrisongallery.com/">The Harrison Gallery</a> in April, which will feature landscapes. <br /><br />April: take off a week or so to have some sort of emotional breakdown after all the previous month's intense painting, start some new work to send to Chrysalis Gallery in Southampton, NY for their summer season.<br /><br />May and June: back to the portraits and probably the vegetable series too. I also usually participate in a local group show around that time too so I will fit that in here too.<br /><br />July: I have to paint six (or maybe eight) 36"x48" Black Paintings for a 3 person exhibit show in Texas. Also those paintings will have to be shipped there in a crate so I have to research and plan all that out by then too. Blech. I hate shipping, can someone invent teleporting already????.<br /><br />July and August: I plan to participate in The Harvest Festival in Sharon Springs again in September, because it was great fun <a href="http://worksbytracy.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-where-i-try-to-avoid-tv-cameras.html">last year.</a> So I will start doing many small format paintings for that (more is more, right?), plus even more of them for my <a href="http://worksbytracy.blogspot.com/">sales blog</a> for the holidays. <br /><br />September, October, November: I MAY have a show in the fall and it MAY include the People You Know series although nothing has been officially confirmed yet. However, I am choosing to be optimistic that it will happen so am setting aside some time just in case. I already have plenty of portraits on hand for it, but just in case I need a few more paintings, I will have some of August and the rest of the fall to do a few things if I need to. I will also use this time to continue with the small format paintings for the sales blog.<br /><br />December: Three options here kinda depending on what is going on in January. Sometimes I have a solo show in January at The Harrison Gallery, if that is the case I will need November and December to prepare for that. If I decide to go to the <a href="http://www.vermontstudiocenter.org/">Vermont Studio Center</a> in January (instead of February which I am leaning towards), I will need some time to prepare for that, and if neither of those happen in January I will take it easy in December and just enjoy the holidays. If I do one or both, I will just be squeezing the holidays in, heh.<br /><br />Thankfully, I am not married to this plan, it is totally fluid; I can always add things in, and in fact I sure hope a few more exhibition type things will come up. In addition, there is a ton of other stuff to fit in, including things like planting the veggie garden in the spring, raising more meat chickens this summer, house stuff like repainting the cabinets in the laundry room, and a zillion kid things that mostly include me driving and watching their sporting events. <br /><br />Oh, and yay, now I can refer to this blog post too when I need a reminder of what I should be working on, right????Tracy Helgesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07510044613771862211noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22266501.post-22083464933319026932011-01-03T13:13:00.002-05:002012-01-25T13:35:22.643-05:00Catch Up, or is it Ketchup?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf1mBIDWlSX5efYRbr8UJFtquCZqZmGyM1DYtyxaxsyOAyaHoAOmjsS9B10LhpEolzc29Mn0jQEsYWUIN9u8DRhgfKZLm8aMtNuKJL3TIYTFp6gAxEaTpfE2yPaFHOHK9PQTB9/s1600/LandscapeStudy%2523305.72.6x4.2010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf1mBIDWlSX5efYRbr8UJFtquCZqZmGyM1DYtyxaxsyOAyaHoAOmjsS9B10LhpEolzc29Mn0jQEsYWUIN9u8DRhgfKZLm8aMtNuKJL3TIYTFp6gAxEaTpfE2yPaFHOHK9PQTB9/s400/LandscapeStudy%2523305.72.6x4.2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558028009646435970" /></a><i>Landscape Study, #305, 6"x4", Oil on Panel, 2010</i><br /><br />I ignored almost all things art in the last few weeks and it was lovely. It's not like I have been terribly busy in the studio this last year or anything, but the shifts in my business in the last few years have made me think (and stress) much more about where I am going with it all, which has really affected my mindset in the studio. Sometimes I find myself longing for the first few years when I started painting again after taking a decade off to raise babies; I just painted and painted trying desperately to catch up and while there was some thinking and plotting about the future, mostly I was just immersed in the process of painting again. <br /><br />Things are different now, however. I have a teeny tiny toehold in the art world, including gallery representation, collectors and some very minimal attention, but now I want more and I have been feeling overwhelmed about how to advance. Especially since none of the things I did at first (like cold calling galleries) are working. Having different bodies of work now seems to confuse the matter, for me and for those who I contact. <br /><br />So.<br /><br />I came to no profound conclusions during the last few weeks while I was super busy cooking meals, baking cookies, cleaning the house, playing scrabble with the kids, reading, and obsessing about getting a complex jigsaw put together. Well, except that I realized that I really need to get back to immersion in the making art part, which is something that I had already suspected. I HAVE decided though, that I must have faith that if I do that again, the other parts will move forward and more exhibition opportunities will come my way. All along I have been sending out my info and applying for things, etc. and will continue to keep that up, but holy cow, I really gotta paint! It keeps me from getting overly crazy, heh.<br /><br />This break has helped though, as did viewing a group of portraits by John Singer Sargent at The Fenimore Art Museum. A new art book of drawings by Willem deKooning (thanks Doug!) also inspires and so does laying out my studio schedule for the coming year. I am finally yearning to paint again.<br /><br />Anyway, more about my schedule later, and all this immersion stuff will have to start tomorrow; my studio is a wreck and today is a 'ketchup' day........Tracy Helgesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07510044613771862211noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22266501.post-60401787583785023892010-12-07T19:15:00.007-05:002012-01-25T13:36:01.958-05:00And the Winner is........My son wrote down all 62 names (ten more than last year's giveaway!!) on a piece of paper, I cut them all out and here they are waiting for princess to sweep into the room and choose one;)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIL32SoRIewBSjEbeCayRwuxoMtB3HgUHNFNI8xbccpXMfSVlNydpArgZjsrJ37O7Ojsi4i_Wbj9FRKUuQvY-tu-caN15-yEgwZAURxS9wyQeIsEQI5L8Z3kkRWmBrduH6GUnU/s1600/Names2010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIL32SoRIewBSjEbeCayRwuxoMtB3HgUHNFNI8xbccpXMfSVlNydpArgZjsrJ37O7Ojsi4i_Wbj9FRKUuQvY-tu-caN15-yEgwZAURxS9wyQeIsEQI5L8Z3kkRWmBrduH6GUnU/s400/Names2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548100715132555890" /></a><br />Ginger knows after a few years of all this contest stuff to look away while choosing the name. However she is looking FAR less perky than she dids <a href="http://worksbytracy.blogspot.com/2009/12/winner.html">last year.</a> Maybe it was the 87 miles that she did at swim practice after school today.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLe-Y8DPR_6UnMusnn5BrrgXgqdJ2tNyiuG-xYRHRYPq6eVH4UE-dBwA7dJY4tH9BdPYn9Ta7TOH0wN0cXVPwKF59KjZ0L8-Q-5aYT0eg90lHaRUapZ3Gha0HxU5LZC0D6V6ON/s1600/ChoosingAName2010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLe-Y8DPR_6UnMusnn5BrrgXgqdJ2tNyiuG-xYRHRYPq6eVH4UE-dBwA7dJY4tH9BdPYn9Ta7TOH0wN0cXVPwKF59KjZ0L8-Q-5aYT0eg90lHaRUapZ3Gha0HxU5LZC0D6V6ON/s400/ChoosingAName2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548100718617259778" /></a><br />But she gets to gets to read it first anyway.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMFvtfuIF93-TGocG-hZcE8vU0V1sQsPjWwD_ZpnwyrqktGU8dpQQ6bKL_9XpyD6jwRudtsA7-3s1bkh3g08BAduuZCAjvqf9YEpbqT6jitVTPbQXhk4ikvSswfaqEfimG8lsL/s1600/GotOne2010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMFvtfuIF93-TGocG-hZcE8vU0V1sQsPjWwD_ZpnwyrqktGU8dpQQ6bKL_9XpyD6jwRudtsA7-3s1bkh3g08BAduuZCAjvqf9YEpbqT6jitVTPbQXhk4ikvSswfaqEfimG8lsL/s400/GotOne2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548100728273865442" /></a><br />Denise R.!! Yayy!!!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtNGa0Nm8OZcXJ8Gt8ncF8o7mslIc77h_W5n9XNjY-a-Bz6BvmCIOIOO8eSqxuUF8dBCzWVR4PGAz1-XE9Z6w46r69o8L5IuAWwE-xWi-fNbA3pJS2icGWQTnDh37tEUH4dliu/s1600/DeniseR2010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtNGa0Nm8OZcXJ8Gt8ncF8o7mslIc77h_W5n9XNjY-a-Bz6BvmCIOIOO8eSqxuUF8dBCzWVR4PGAz1-XE9Z6w46r69o8L5IuAWwE-xWi-fNbA3pJS2icGWQTnDh37tEUH4dliu/s400/DeniseR2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548100764243867042" /></a><br />Denise has been reading my inconsistent blog posts for about a year and a half and is a regular commenter. I see this is her second try for my birthday gift giveaway. So keep trying, folks!!!!!<br /><br /><a href="mailto:tracyhelgeson@hughes.net">Email me</a> Denise, so that we can make arrangements and also I would love to post a link here if you have one. <br /><br />And again, wow! Thanks so much for all the birthday wishes and incredibly kind comments. I admit to tearing up when I read through all of them and that usually only happens when the cute little Amish boy rings the bell near the end of Witness and all the neighbors come to help without fear for themselves. That gets me every time.......Tracy Helgesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07510044613771862211noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22266501.post-36050314141025516922010-12-07T13:03:00.004-05:002012-01-25T13:37:56.759-05:00Slight DelayHi everyone! Just wanted to let all you lovely happy birthday wishers know that I will have to announce the winner of the drawing later on tonight. I forgot that my assistant/daughter has swim practice tonight and won't be home until 6pm at least and then she MUST have her dinner..... <br /><br />We will do the drawing later and I will try to post the winner's name right away, although it might have to be tomorrow if there is too much teen and tween drama this evening. heh.Tracy Helgesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07510044613771862211noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22266501.post-41736938807339717132010-12-06T09:44:00.005-05:002012-01-25T13:38:18.419-05:00Pack Rats and My 3rd Annual Birthday Gift Giveaway<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpoM7sZnWVJSRQKR2lCusvy6om8tZocIfP1WXL-viXF0a9FZLAxXw7mA4CWRx1xmYjMDgSmSrm0wkY3Or4pcYcpalzgGcCpD2KkUer0pOYGUAjY-WpXio7kAUZE_cbmm7FGoPt/s1600/Tracy2ndBDay1966.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpoM7sZnWVJSRQKR2lCusvy6om8tZocIfP1WXL-viXF0a9FZLAxXw7mA4CWRx1xmYjMDgSmSrm0wkY3Or4pcYcpalzgGcCpD2KkUer0pOYGUAjY-WpXio7kAUZE_cbmm7FGoPt/s400/Tracy2ndBDay1966.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547560679967392306" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpEA2ARJdyRinP2X5LhVsTvmOtJNIZMzB8n0_P71vs42MSOguz4S99eWaD0pnvndXFMkl3HuoGzoWx1nGSs5DX7cVQrKsneZUOlZvaySPMURPVpBkm1aeCjJ5SPxPzoVXG8FBA/s1600/Tracy2ndBDay1966%25232.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 366px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpEA2ARJdyRinP2X5LhVsTvmOtJNIZMzB8n0_P71vs42MSOguz4S99eWaD0pnvndXFMkl3HuoGzoWx1nGSs5DX7cVQrKsneZUOlZvaySPMURPVpBkm1aeCjJ5SPxPzoVXG8FBA/s400/Tracy2ndBDay1966%25232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547560651659968114" /></a> My 2nd birthday, 1966.<br /><br />Several years ago when my mom was moving she gave me some boxes of things she had saved from my childhood. This was the first hint to me that she was such a pack rat, which was confirmed after she died a few years ago; the crazy stuff she still had? Yikes! For some reason I had never noticed that she saved EVERY.SINGLE.THING.EVER. Maybe because we moved nearly every year while I was a child and somehow it didn't seem like we had very much. Anyway, in one of the boxes she gave me, I found the entire outfit (including the birthday cards that are on the table, but NOT the cake, thankfully!) that I am wearing in the above photographs. And by entire, I mean ENTIRE; the shirt, the jacket/sweater thingy, the skirt, a slip, underwear (I was potty trained already? wow!), those same socks, shoes and even the blue hair ribbon which was attached to the bobby pin which still held a few strands of my hair. Possibly slightly creepy, but mostly very sweet. My mom was an unwed mother in a time when society was very different and even though things changed and became more difficult as I got older, she was at her best as a mother while I was very young. She made most of my clothes (including the whole outfit I am wearing in these photos), she was very creative and despite having little to no money, few friends and family, she always managed to put together a good day for me. Although I think this was probably the birthday that was the most fully documented, heh.<br /><br />So.<br /><br />Time for my 3rd annual birthday gift giveaway. I am not as crabby as I have been in <a href="http://worksbytracy.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-to-me-plus-contest.html">the past</a> (and if you read that post, check out the link for the previous birthday post, still my fave) so this time I am including those of you who live in Canada. I am continuing to draw the line at shipping overseas (sorry) but if you have an address in North America that I can ship to, please wish me a happy birthday here in the comment section of the blog which will make me feel terribly popular and like I haven't lost most of my readers due to spotty postings. My super enthusiastic daughter, Ginger, has agreed to draw the name again and I'll announce the name tomorrow. My birthday gift is the choice of a painting from my <a href="http://tracyhelgeson.blogspot.com/">sales blog</a> and if there is not currently a painting that speaks to the winner, the choice can be made at a later date. I want the winner to get a painting that they reallyreallyreally want.<br /><br />Y'all have until midnight tonight. GO!Tracy Helgesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07510044613771862211noreply@blogger.com67tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22266501.post-69828514643214011902010-11-24T17:31:00.003-05:002012-01-25T19:05:04.733-05:00Visit US on Black Friday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuMjWI1RXVQhqdxPGJbQcZMBvkFE4sNCV7citroTCnuP-9yrtc41w05w36ygU7OYP7Ks9OV8p3CSe3NjefRNJt4ZrjbbSIOGslCJWaeREdBa3crxkGI-oMtGr51Frl1UtM6gMw/s1600/LandscapeStudy%2523300.5x7.2010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuMjWI1RXVQhqdxPGJbQcZMBvkFE4sNCV7citroTCnuP-9yrtc41w05w36ygU7OYP7Ks9OV8p3CSe3NjefRNJt4ZrjbbSIOGslCJWaeREdBa3crxkGI-oMtGr51Frl1UtM6gMw/s400/LandscapeStudy%2523300.5x7.2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543242795161974450" /></a><i>Landscape Study #300, 5"x7", Oil on Cradled Panel, 2010</i><br /><br />I am an equal opportunity shopper so I am not going to tell anyone here not to spend your money during this shopping season at a mall or at a big box store because sometimes ya just need a big bag of socks and there is nowhere else to find one, even though I am currently boycotting Target, hate Walmart and only go there if I am ABSOLUTELY desperate and there is not even a Kmart within an hour of here either. <br /><br />Oops, I digress.<br /><br />But I do hope that you will at least spread your money around and help support artists and craftspeople who pour their hearts into making things while often barely making a living wage at it. Electronics are nice, and I like a good new gizmo almost as much as the next person, but ultimately my most cherished gifts have been the crazy little ceramic pots/sculptures/collages/picture frames/other not quite identifiable objects that my kids have made for me, the earrings that a friend made for me, a necklace made by another friend. My husband has given me wonderful gifts over the years such as a beautiful woodcut by an artist <a href="http://bradteare.com/index.htm">friend</a> of ours from Utah, a painting by an <a href"="http://www.markenglishonline.com/selectpage.htm">illustrator</a> that I idolized when I was in college. Even though the computer Doug gave me one year was awesome! amazing! useful! and crashed within 2 years! I would ultimately prefer my art collection if I had to choose between the two. <br /><br />So please visit my little gathering of artist friends at <a href="thefineartdepartment.blogspot.com">The Fine Art Department</a> and also at the <a href="http://www.smallartshowcase.com/">Small Art Showcase;</a> between the two collections you are bound to find something beautiful and creative to give your loved ones, your friends, coworkers, and/or yourself! <br /><br />I would also like to pass along more links to some other sites:<br /><br />My old friend (and I mean that literally, we were co-barflies back in Philly in the late 80's, which now makes us old friends) <a href="http://www.pizzasandcream.typepad.com/">Charlie</a> has gained quite a following on Facebook and Twitter with his unique observations on life and has now put them on shirts, bags, etc at <a href="http://www.cafepress.com/ShotofWry">Shot of Wry.</a> <br /><br />I have never met <a href="http://www.sadandbeautiful.com/more-images-for-sale.html">Sarah</a> in person, but she is a very good friend of Charlie and his wife <a href="http://www.uppercasewoman.com/">Cecily</a> who was also my co-barfly and best friend back in the 80's. One of Sarah's photographs hangs in my living room and I often spend some time with it, soaking in the sadness and beauty. <br /><br />Lately I have been wearing more wood shavings from the hen house than jewelry and in fact I went so long without even putting on a pair of earrings that I had to recently "re pierce" the holes in my ears that I have had since I was thirteen, but that hasn't stopped me from drooling over quite a few items on this <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/shiningstones">Etsy page</a>. I may just have to forward this page to my husband so that he will be able to more easily do HIS holiday shopping this year, heh. <br /><br />Two of my very good friends in real life make wonderful one of kind, "upcycled" jewelry and clothing, although lately I am seeing way more jewelry at <a href="http://www.quirkyworksstudio.com/Home.php">Quirky Works</a> than clothing. If you come to visit our town, you will see that EVERYONE is wearing their creations! Oh and you can like them on <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Cooperstown-NY/Quirky-Works-Studio/220386235433?v=wall">Facebook</a> to receive updates.<br /><br />Julie worked at the gallery in NYC that represented me for about a year and a half before they closed (STILL devastated about that, btw) however I was lucky enough to have made two lasting friendships (the other being the gallery owner) during that time and Julie might currently be my leading collector of small format paintings. Anyway, she has an <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/JulieElle">Etsy page</a> and makes the most wonderful cross stitched ornaments. Go see.....<br /><br />And the other day I asked for links on my public facebook page and believe you me, there is a TON of shopping to do in the comments section of that <a href="http://www.facebook.com/tracyhelgesonart/posts/168183823211864">post!</a><br /><br />Ok, that should be enough to get you started. And please, PLEASE, if you make handmade arts/crafts and have a sales site or know someone who does, post the link in the comment section here. Now don't be shy about it, I WANT you to be able to show your work and now's the time to be <s>flaunting it</s> posting it......<br /><br />So have a good turkey day in between all this shopping! I will be taking a vacation form my blog, BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!Tracy Helgesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07510044613771862211noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22266501.post-20780786666902271132010-11-16T10:39:00.003-05:002012-01-25T19:13:53.877-05:00I'll Miss You, Tom Butter;)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3TPSztCvB5ELWHmQUGa45xQdQYO9p2yZezcT0OjFX55tMh3tPE-YHJDJ6PRM8cBXdss6Ay5fAK3L8BApSdSL_rbBpXb9wvs12481u8Iwill2l3Kxs4fCkXzHV9VlaTBY5VBPL/s1600/Magenta+Pool72.18x18.2010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 397px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3TPSztCvB5ELWHmQUGa45xQdQYO9p2yZezcT0OjFX55tMh3tPE-YHJDJ6PRM8cBXdss6Ay5fAK3L8BApSdSL_rbBpXb9wvs12481u8Iwill2l3Kxs4fCkXzHV9VlaTBY5VBPL/s400/Magenta+Pool72.18x18.2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540169951702936370" /></a><i>Magenta Pool, 18"x18" Oil on Wood Panel, 2010</i><br /><br />Sadly, I have finally decided that I just really can't go to the <a href="http://www.vermontstudiocenter.org/">Vermont Studio Center</a> this January. It truly pains me because one of the visiting artists that month is <a href="http://www.tombutter.com/">Tom Butter,</a> who was also one of my teachers about 25 years ago at the <a href="http://www.uarts.edu/">Philadelphia College of Art.</a> I was thrilled when I noticed that he was scheduled to be at VSC during January which is about the only month out of the whole year that I can actually get away from here to go there and was SO looking forward to seeing him and also getting his feedback on my work these days. He was one of my favorite teachers mostly because even though I was an interloper in the painting department (an illustrator crossing over) he took me seriously unlike some of the other painting instructors who shall remain nameless. Well, mostly because I can't recall their names anymore, but whatever. However, at least Tom and I can be Facebook friends, there is always Facebook, I guess.......<br /><br />Anyway, besides Tom being there, I also wanted to go because I have some plans for some new work in mind and being at a residency is such a good place to focus on new ideas. Or get really confused about what to do. Either is fine; as both are valuable processes. I will just have to settle for trying to get started on those new things here at home and hopefully will have made some progress before January 2012 which is when I have rescheduled my residency.<br /><br />So I will stay home and paint. I will also prove how grown up I have become by using my residency funds for upcoming expenses, including two crowns I need and that our dental insurance probably won't pay for, and also by staying home with the kids while Doug does some traveling for his business. Evidently. we aren't supposed to leave kids home alone even if two of them would really enjoy that, heh.<br /><br />And the sliver of the bright side here (besides new crowns) is that it may be better for me to skip a year anyway. As much as I enjoy those residencies, they are also kind of intense, and so I think I should take a bit more time in between.<br /><br />But still, bleh. I am kinda bummed out about this today......Tracy Helgesonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07510044613771862211noreply@blogger.com1