Studio pictures as promised

Here's a panoramic view of my new studio. It's huge--really huge! I moved in today with help from Dan and our friend Mary Frances. It was a long tiring day but with three people we really seemed to make quick work of it. I went back this evening for a couple of hours and got dye concentrate mixed so I should be in business tomorrow.

I continue to be surprised that this day actually came.

Moving day

The lease for the studio is signed and today's the day I pick up the keys and move in. Wow. I'm very excited but still have a little bit of that going-over-a-waterfall kind of feeling. I hope I'll have pictures to post later today. For now I suppose I should start packing up. This seems less intimidating that packing for a workshop. There should be fewer weighty decisions about what to pack.

But, the most pressing immediate need is coffee...

More later.

Getting organized

I know I'm not alone in this. My life seems to be an ongoing cycle of organization and disarray. I clean up and them I mess up. The railing at the top of our stairs at home is a collecting point for work in progress that's too big to leave anywhere else (and other stuff).

Here's the sad state of affairs today.


There's a queen-size quilt for our bed that's waiting to be bound. The purple thing is something that I'm just starting. And the bits of silk are part of a series of 10 scarves that I'm doing so that I have something to sell in the new studio (Move in day is this coming Friday!). Bottom line is this: I have got to get this stuff done so that it can go where ever it is that it's supposed to go. It just can't spend it's entire life in the hallway.

As I said, the studio is about to take off. I've got the contract in hand, the insurance is paid for, and I pick up the keys this Friday. I'm very excited, but I still have occasional hyperventilating moments. Am I making a commitment that's bigger than I can live up too? Those moments seem to pass quickly and I keep moving (or floating) forward.

There's so much to do. I've got to do some packing and figure out how much is going to the studio and how much is staying home. I think it's going to take awhile to work out the balance. One of my big questions is what to do about dye. I've switched over to working exclusively with dye concentrates. I mix known concentrates of primary colors then mix everything else from those. I've found that the shelf life of the concentrates is greatly extended by refrigerating them. The same holds true for sodium alginate pint paste (NB: adding 1 tsp of denatured alcohol per quart to the alginate mixture helps too). So, do I buy a little dorm fridge for the studio? Do I just let the stuff go bad faster at room temperature? Or do I schlep it back and forth (not likely!)? This is the stuff I can't figure out. Since my studio time is going to be a little spotty, I'm leaning toward the fridge. Opening up a container of spoiled alginate and getting a face full of the disgusting ammonia smell is just about enough to ruin my day!

A final note on color. I snapped this photo last week in the Bishop's Garden on a visit to the National Cathedral. What amazing colors. I need to do something with this.

Not sure what to make of Pittsburgh

The important news first. My dad is continuing his remarkable recovery from his stroke earlier this month. He's going to PT 3 times each week and it sounds like they're really putting him through his paces. His speech is also improving. We spoke on the phone earlier this week for quite a while and I understood everything that he said. Two weeks ago I was scared that might not be possible.

Last weekend's trip to Pittsburgh was interesting, but I don't think I need to go back. I was there briefly about 20 years ago. It's clear that the city has invested considerable effort in trying to move beyond they're history and reputation as a steel mill town. The mills are mostly gone, replaced by deluxe pedestrian shopping/entertainment malls. It seems like these are in turn sucking the life out of neighborhood retail just has they've done for the last 40 years all over the country. It seems like there might have been a lesson to learn there, but I'm not going to mount the urban planning soapbox today.

So, we covered a good deal of ground, saw lots of neighborhoods (good and bad), and did a lot of sweating in the 95+ degree heat. The Nancy Crow exhibit at CMU was great. Although the gallery was a bit dim in places, the work still showed very well. We also spent Saturday morning at the Warhol museum--quite nice. We left early on Sunday morning so that we could stop at Fallingwater and Kentuck Knob. Both were wonderful. Of course Fallingwater is such an icon. The tour was very well done, but it's hard to get a sense of the place when you're just zipping through it.

This is one of those classic views of the house. In many ways it give you better sense of the place than does the tour, with the hustle and bustle of all the people.



Dan and I were both surprised by Kentuck Knob. It's one of Wright's "unonian" houses, but on the high end of the scale (compared to the Pope-Leighey house for example). The house is lovely and very livable. The grounds are also a wonderful natural landscape and include a meadow full of tremendous modern sculpture. I was thrilled to learn from the tour guide that the collection includes not one but two Andy Goldsworthy's.

I love the earthy, organic feel of these sculptures. There's no reason that I should come upon a stone circle or a cairn in the middle of the woods, but what a delight when I do!

Things continue to improve

More good news from Dad. He continues to improve. His speech and hand mobility are both much better. He had his first physical therapy appointment yesterday and saw his primary care physician. Both were very optimistic about his continued recovery. There's just so much here for which to be thankful.

This is a quick post because Dan and I are off for Pittsburgh in a few minutes. This afternoon we're going to see the big Nancy Crow exhibit at the Miller Gallery on the CMU campus. The rest of the plans are kind of loose. The Warhol museum is a must, and there are a couple of other nice museums (depending on how hot it is outside). There are also neighborhoods to explore, food to eat--all of the usual "vacation" things. Sunday on the way home we're stopping to see Frank Lloyd Wright's houses, Fallingwater and Kentuck Knob. We're both be Wright fans, have never seen either of these homes. The Crow exhibit and the Wright visits are the anchors for the trip.

Monday night I get to meet my fellow Artists in Residence from the community center. We're having a pot luck dinner and planning the group show for later in the year. Progress on the studio renovation continues. I'm still hoping that we hit the Aug 1 move-in date, but it's out of my hands at this point. This week I bought by business insurance (never thought I'd be doing that) and started thinking about studio furniture. Life continues to surprise me!

A belated happy B-day to my blog

July 6th marked the one-year anniversary of my blog. It's hard to believe. I surprised myself. The posts have been a bit sporadic lately, but that's more a symptom of a busy life than lack of interest.

More posts to come. No real end in sight...

I have a story to tell

Actually, I probably have more than one, but I'll start with the big story (in a condensed form) and see where we end up. Regardless of the details that follow, this story has a happy ending. Keep that in mind.

Last weekend Dan and I were in Rehoboth Beach, Deleware staying with our friends Howard and Patrick, hanging out with 2 houses full of friends. It was a great weekend. The weekend started out on an exceptionally good note. Last week I found out that I've been accepted as an Artist in Residence at the Greenbelt Community Center, and I'm just thrilled. So, on the first day of our holiday I finally got answers to all of my questions about liability insurance and I was able to officially accept the invitation. I'm hoping to be able to move into the studio at the beginning of August.

The rest of the weekend was great. We ate and drank well, did lots of visiting, and got lots of sleep. It seems that "wild" weekends at the beach take on a new flavor after 40. This weekend was also the first time that Dan and I had been able to see Patrick since he got his new hip 6 weeks ago. He looks fantastic. I told him that I think the doctor put in a battery to go with the hip. He now seems to be in almost constant motion. It's a joy to see.

Can you feel the suspense building? I wouldn't have assured you of the happy ending if there wasn't going to be a big bump in the road. It's time to buckle-up.

We arrived home on Sunday to find all as usual. The cat's were giving us the silent treatment because they were mad about being abandoned. We sifted through the minimal stack of mail. I checked the voice mail. Now--you know--that's when the other shoe dropped. What I found was a message from earlier in the day from my sister saying that Dad had suffered a stroke and was in the ER at Fairfax Hospital. I was surprisingly calm, but I think that it was more numb and calm. We were out the door in about 2 minutes. Dan drove. I have a pretty fuzzy memory of the trip except that I was fascinated, in a detached sort of way, by my almost complete silence. I will spare you the details, except to say that we found my normally gregarious, smiling father lying in the Neuroscience ICU with a half droopy face, a slightly curled up right hand, and nearly unintelligible speech. Despite all of this he was doing his best to laugh at his family's so-so attempts at bedside humor.

So, here's all of the good news. Mom noticed the attack very soon after it happened and called 911. He was in the ER, CAT scanned, and full of tPA (the so called "clot buster") all within the magic 3-hour window. When Dan and I saw him around 3 (about 7 hours after the attack) he was already starting to improve. That was Sunday. Tonight (Wednesday) he came home from the hospital! When I talked to Mom tonight she said that he was upstairs checking his e-mail. I had to bite my tongue to keep from crying.

The stroke affected the left hemisphere of his brain, but the MRI showed no vascular damage. The lasting affects appear to be impaired (but improving) speech, impaired mobility in his right hand, and some facial numbness. There is great hope for continued recovery and much cause for celebration in the midst of this tragedy.

Throughout this ordeal our friends have been a tremendous support. If I ever questioned why community matters, then I surely won't again. I can't explain why or exactly how, but in the last several days I have felt the almost palpable presence of my friends' thoughts and prayers for me, for Dad, and our whole family. I don't know how to say thank you except to stand at the ready to share the same gift of caring.

Well, that's a long story, and one that's not over. Recovery isn't quick or easy. But, it's a story with a happy ending and a message: Don't hesitate to reach out to your friends and family in time of need. That's part of why community matters.