Time is Running Out!

Kingston Gallery will be hosting a closing reception for Dialogues on Sunday, January 30th at 3pm - won't you join us? While you're at it you can check out all of the other wonderful exhibitions that were up this month at 450 Harrison, it's a great way to spend a Sunday. I promise. You'll also get to see my painting The White Mountains: Remembered.

What a treat. 

Thanks for reading, 

Bea

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Hi Friends, 

I haven't finished a painting in about six months. Oh, I've been working. I've been working like crazy. Pretty much all day, everyday (except when I was doing this) I just couldn't seem to get to that point where I felt like a painting was resolved, it was okay, but not. quite. there. Do you know what I mean? I've made the analogy that I feel like a vulture, I keep circling, and circling, and circling. I can see it (the resolution/prey*) I just can't get it!  Well, I'm happy to say (in one case) I finally got it...and I ate it. And here it is:

Piles in the Hallway, 16" x 20". Oil on Canvas. 2010.

And it's entrails:

 

I think one of the reasons I've been having a hard time finishing a painting is a lack of conversation. Want to come visit?  I take criticism well and have been known to offer visitors fun drinks and hilarious jokes. Think about it. I'd be happy to visit your studio as well. 

Thanks for listening friends. 

*Now, now, you don't think I'm saying that finishing a painting is all I care about do you? Because I'm not...it's the journey not the destination, but closure is good too. 

Just the Numbers

Thirty days

Twenty-six states

Two countries

Two coasts

Eight thousand miles (total including the Zephyr, buses and detours)

Sixty-seven hours in the car

Fifty-two hours on a train

Eleven hours on buses

Four time zones

Four cell phones (drama)

One lost credit card

Nineteen tanks of gas (Sorry Mama Nat)

Twenty blog posts (Twenty-one if you include this one)

Seventy-six pounds of luggage (including camping equipment)

One thousand five hundred and thirty four photos

Six videos

Zero car problems (including speeding/parking tickets, flat tires, running out of gas, etc)

A million memories (awwwww)

One happy camper (me!)

I also stood at the lowest point of elevation in North America, crossed over the Continental Divide, stood at the one hundredth Meridian West, hung out at the highest point of the Blue Ridge Parkway, and probably passed over a few other imaginary lines along the way. 

Big thanks to Eli, PJ and Heath, Jen and Bre, Chase, Nate, Samantha and Andy and Laura for your couches, beds and aero-mattresses.

Thanks for coming along for the ride!