The black and white of it


Jo Beale came Tuesday to pick out work for my exhibit at her gallery which opens Sunday. Thursday I had photos taken of some new paintings. I just got home from hanging my work at the gallery in LaHave, opening tomorrow afternoon. I suppose, because there is a pause in my activities right now, for a few hours anyway, I feel strangely quiet, empty, sad.

After hanging the work today, I went to visit a friend in Kingsburg. There are beautiful beaches there and, as it was yet another warm sunny day, we hung out both by and in the water. I threw pebbles into the water for Lila to chase. She’s tired, I’m tired, and tomorrow I drive back for the opening reception. Sunday the opening reception is in the other direction, to Glen Margaret in St. Margaret’s Bay.

After Jo picked up the work, I felt very inspired to continue painting. She chose large pieces in a variety of colors, and then, small (very small) works in black and white. I’ve been doing black and white paintings for many years but they rarely get exposure. I find them helpful in clarifying ideas and also, sometimes not working in color feels liberating. These particular pieces range in size from very small, 3“ x 5”, to slightly bigger, about 12“ x 12”.

So I pulled out my paints onto the dining room table and went at it. Now I need to replace the fabric on the chairs. Paint gets onto everything.