Thursday, October 15, 2015

Painting with Words

I wish I had been able to snatch tonight's image on my phone camera, but there was not enough light to catch the subtleties. Today I need the magic of words to keep this image safe for me.

Twice a week I home, from Rhinebeck to Kingston, around 6:30 PM, give or take a dalliance with a friend. As I drive home I watch the seasons change in the late afternoon light, along a stretch of road that snakes around lands that run to mansions, farms, and the river. Gently it spills out onto the bridge which joins the banks of the Hudson with a mountain range.  The Catskills are the prize at the end of my journey. I watch with the wonderment of a child how nature and light paint the sky in every conceivable weather and light combination. 
Today the sun is a low golden orb in a cloudless sky;  it has turned the mountains a color I cannot mix. They contrast with a huge endless sky that encases a field of  yellow, orange, with a hint of green which spills into a deepening blue.
Along the dark back road there is an odd shimmering glow on the trees whose leaves have turned -  yellow - orange  -red - glowing shapes that contrast with the color of day- slipping- into- night. Heading over the bridge the mountains lay ahead, graced by a perfect sliver of a moon that is rarely captured without looking trite. 

I marveled. I sighed. I wrote poetry in my head - in awe, amazement, gratitude, and inspiration. 

I hope you had a nice ride home. 
Observe the light.....

(Patti Gibbons: Sunset - River Road, Oil on Canvas.  8 x 10" Private Collection)

Sunday, October 04, 2015

Going Boho!

AH....been a long time since I have posted. Since the last time, I have further simplified my life. The elimination of fragrance and chemicals was a symbolic start to what turned out to be a further purging.

I closed my Rhinebeck studio save for 2 days a week for teaching. I realized after a year and a half of working 6 days a week, that there was no place like home, and it was financially suicidal to keep up two art studios. So my home studio is where the art and materials live, where I work and teach privately, and Rhinebeck is where I teach group classes 2 days a week.  

I am starting to enjoy my retirement - two whole years later. It took a long time to get off the manic work train. I did not even know why I felt the need to go to a job every was simply habit. Get out of your pj's and report to a job.  It was my own business - but I am a tough boss.  Eighteen months later, I fired myself and reorganized.

I still work hard, but it is at my house, and though I still have to show up- the art does not make itself, the time I don't spend traveling gives me time to take care of my body and exercise each day in addition to working from home.

I wear what I want. Tibetan tops, jeans, flip flops, hoodies. I realized I am a hippie at heart, and no longer have need for the tailored or the dress up. I'm happiest when cozy and comfy...and colorful.

Financially..well I am no worse off. It brings to mind what they guy in the bike shop told me once: "you can work really hard and not make a lot of money, or you can work not so hard and not make a lot of money". And now--- I get it! Only I want to turn this thinking around to I will make "enough" to meet all of my needs.

With the fall in full swing now, I look forward to helping the garden sleep for the season, to the scent of baking in the oven again, and spending a part of most of my days making art. This is what makes my heart smile. Welcome home girl!

("The Color of Money" pastel and ink on paper. 5 x 5" available for sale unframed for 50.00. )