I love Cape Cod- the ocean, the dunes, the hiking, the salt marsh, the food.
Garage sales and estate sales abound on the Cape. Even if you don't buy a thing, you get to see the inside of many an incredible (and some not so incredible) homes.
This trip's finds were not as plentiful as usual, but still for under 30.00 I got the following
Foley Food Mill 2.00 (oh all that tomato and apple sauce I will make with this)
1907 6" thick illustrated Webster dictionary 2.00 (collage heaven)
Stretcher Bars 1.00 - for the roll of canvas I will be getting from a friend
Frames 1.00 for the little watercolors I do.
2 vintage John Denver songbooks 1.00 - that is to resell on eBay
Phillips charging/speaker system for iPod/iPhone 20.00 for my studio.
Old glass slides to make "slides" with. (I use them to make ornaments)
I can't wait to use all of this...and got my fix on my tiny budget.
Lots of antique, junk, and swap shops on the cape. And I'll be going back in a few months to shop till I drop.
I write less than I have in the last five or so years.
After retiring/reinventing my life, I thought that I'd have all kinds of time to write.
But I am busy working a bunch of jobs, and trying to get my studio/shop off the ground.
I made a new website for my studio in Rhinebeck, P.A. Gibbons Studio. I started a blog under the same name. I joined the Rhinebeck Chamber of Commerce, Art Along the Hudson, and am part of the Artist Studio Views in September. All require money, and all require writing in one form or another.
Most of my creative writing these days are in the form of my morning pages as I am revisiting The Artist's Way. Having done it about 10 years ago gave me the confidence to build my studio at home. Now that I have opened up a new studio, one that is a little shop/gallery/studio/teaching space, I need to work on building my confidence as an artist and business owner. It's been a lot of hard work, and some hard lessons. Like YES it DOES take money to make money. No getting around that. And I have to work a lot for not a lot of money. But it is joyful work, and I am hoping to grow from this next experience. It will be interesting to go back and read my pages from 10 years ago, and see the differences a decade has made.
I have given a lot up to do this. Breakfast is the new dinner. I have learned how to eat well on 5.00. I recycle and discover ways to make art without buying much in the way of supplies, and part of my teaching is to show other artists the same. I am trying to grow a lot of greens and veggies in the garden so I can eat from my little piece of paradise. I don't buy clothes. Or rarely. I still have the convertible as it was a lease, but in a year I have to think about what I am doing to do for transportation, reliable and safe being the operative words here. I still take mini vacations--when I am invited to a friend's house, or when I have a little bit of money to stay in a B and B for a night. Luckily I live in the beautiful Hudson Valley, so any town is a mini vacation spot. A late afternoon painting when the light is best is as good as a trip away. And NYC === if I take the train or mid week by bus, is affordable on occasion and I can go to the MET for next to nothing.
I no longer have a stomach ache on a Sunday night. Monday I work in a Tibetan store, which is a wonderful place to work. I no longer spend hours upon hours writing lesson plans, reports, putting together binders full of nonsense. I am rarely sick due to stress and stale air/sick kids. I teach what I want to teach, not what others dictate me to teach. I miss my old friends from work, but I make sure I see them on occasion. And the kids, I run into them from time to time and do miss some of them, but I find joy in mentoring women who welcome my knowledge.
Sorry for my silence. I've just been busy reinventing. If you are local, come see me sometime....I'd love to show you what I've been doing!
February is a month of 50 shades of grey...the light blue grey of the landscape during a snowstorm, the dark grey of a storm moving in or moving out, the grey of the snow after it's been around for a few days, the grey that has invaded my hair. I find myself doing grey scales with my art students, hoping they see and learn how to make its many subtle variations. I make grey scale landscapes, and surround them in domes of snow....
Storm after storm have rolled in, creating a monocrhomatic landscape devoid of color, deposting piles of moisture that I measure with a yardstick, piles that have wrecked my back and Larry's arms. I have lost the compost bins, I have lost my stone walls. I have forgotten what colors lie beneath the layers of snow and ice, and can only hope that my roof and gutters will hold up with its weight.
I find myself grateful for odd things like snow tires and Canadian boots. Today's boots are grey, as is my coat and cashmere scarf. If I fell in the snow, I might not be found till spring.
But the days are getting longer, the light stronger. Nature's palette will change, and the world will be abundant with color. And oh what a joy that will be.
Photos taken from a back road in Woodstock. I had gone to an appointment - the sky a light grey when I left, with a hint of darkness on the horizon. An hour later I was driving in 4" of unplowed snow, in near whiteout conditions. Oh what an adventure it has been.
Kingston, Hudson Valley of New York, United States
Painter, mixed media artist/designer and teacher, I am middle aged but not middle of the road. I live life with passion, and experience it in all its joys and sorrows. I live for my art and connecting with the beauty of the landscape, the arts, and the love of the people in my life. What an incredible honor it is to make such a journey.
Catskill Paper Fanpage on Facebook is about my passion for art and unusual antique/vintage prints and ephemera. The links are located below for my three Etsy shops which sell both my art and materials for the collage/mixed media artist.