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Finding JOY in the long shadows of autumn
and the reflections in calm water...
bumping into friends on the bike path...
and the silky pods bursting forth.
Layers of mountain ranges at the end of the long and winding...bike path ...
and yes Bruce...Aristotle as studio rug.
Long shadows beckon
Change of season has begun
now...ready or not
A little Day of the Dead Merry go-round...one of the pieces that will be at the Longmont Museum and Cultural Center for a new art gift shop.
The musuem does an incredible Dia de los Muertos exhibit every year...
I'm excited to be the featured artist in this inaugural gallery shop of small works for sale.
The show opens this Friday for members and Saturday to the public, it is something not to miss if you have the chance.
We wrapped up another studio tour...
it was a wonderful weekend...lots of our favorite people came by...
and that's one of the best things...the friends, both old and new, that come out to enjoy what we do.
Young ones too find some joy in and around the Mango Studio...
Thanks my friends for sharing your talent with me and everyone that came by...it was a delight and we'll do it again
AND
Birthday greetings to my dad...Have a Happy one...love you
Could not have asked for better weather...
we welcomed loads of visitors into the Mango Studio today...
lots of new work inside...
and Charlotte and Diane's work outside.
Aristotle acted like he has done this all his life...just like Olive and Melly, thinking they were all here to visit him.
We'll be here on Sunday...please do come by.
Longmont Studio Tour this Saturday and Sunday...finding great JOY in sprucing up the Mango Studio...
this 'lamp' that brings light and whimsey to a corner of the Dia de los Muertos shrine...
where I'll have day of the dead artwork for sale.
AND...
eyes only look sad
content in the studio
he's settling in...
Haiku with this little guy, who is staying with us for a while...he's doing fine B!
Sacred Spaces opening this past weekend and the community altar we set up.
My brother was here on his way to CA...to find work among his art friends...a new life adventure
my mom has a piece in the show too as well as many wonderful works, check out the show if you're in the area.
We enjoyed a quiet weekend...
and for the next several weeks will be taking care of his sweet pup, Aristotle...who is slowly warming up to Olive...
I will be posting pics of Aristotle's visit often so Bruce can check in on his best friend.
We picked in the garden to prepare for a late summer garden feast.
and gathered with all the gardeners to celebrate an amazing garden season.
Gazpacho, caprise salad and flowers...the fruits of our labor
eggplant dip...
lamb and squash stew and hubbard squash pie...all from our abundant patch
we made notes in the garden journal for next year
and as dusk gave way to dark
enjoyed a perfect evening...thanks Paula and Rick! for hosting this feast.
After rain after many days without rain,
it stays cool, private and cleansed, under the trees,
and the dampness there, married now to gravity,
falls branch to branch, leaf to leaf, down to the ground
where it will disappear-but not, of course, vanish
except to our eyes. The roots of the oaks will have their share,
and the white threads of the grasses, and the cushion of moss;
a few drops, round as pearls, will enter the mole's tunnel
and soon so many small stones, buried for a thousand years,
will feel themselves being touched.
early morning fog and instead of a Haiku by me...Lingering Happiness by Mary Oliver
I have this little box that I use to create and recreate tableaus, a living, ever changing study...adding and removing elements. A new Santos hand added recently...
what happened I wonder to the Santos. Why so many Santos hands on the market...any ideas?
Edit: This from Constance, If carved, most likely come from Indonesia. ( learned from my friend Mike who has shop Bodega and sells them) If cast in resin I don't know where they come from.
I am fine with the fact that these are reproductions as I didn't like the idea of real Santos's being pillaged for their hands.
Today I document this moveable feast in black and white with a touch of red.
