OBX, Avon beach

So you get another vacation photo.  So photos are considered art these days.  So consider my art pallet (pallete?  pallette?) expanding to include photos.  And a tug back toward painting which I haven’t indulged to date but may later this afternoon as it is raining again and I plan to spend the morning in the studio making dozens of fish, word tiles, elementals (earth, air, fire, water), and zodiacs for Unique Boutique in November (I thought October – but I’m confused I guess).  The clock is running.  No more time for procrastination (except maybe to make some masks since I’m jonesing to make some new ones whether or not they sell….I do have a full wall, bigger than Heron’s Way Gallery wall, to fill in November for Joie de Vivre in Cambridge.)

I have put administration and yard and thinking about real estate in the first position since I’ve been home.  Today I’m ready to focus.  Will change into work clothes and descend (is that spelled right?  I’m having a bad spelling day) into the studio to work, putter and play.  I have to see how many designer tiles I have and find my mermaid torso with shells…I can’t remember if I have her out somewhere or if she’s packed (I have too many full bins right now – I need stuff out where I can see it or some system of tracking work, the latter the better for business but oh so boring and tedius to set up).  So today is an art day all day and I’m really looking forward to it.  Husband is leaving around 11 a.m. and will be gone until tomorrow early a.m. so I have the quiet house to myself.  Right now that sounds really really good.

Thought for the day:  The Hopi call the spruce tree the Tree of Life and name her Salavi.  She is honored yearly in the Niman Kachina ceremonies at summer solstice.  Salavi brings rain, the source of life; her branches are the throne of the clouds.  The spirit of Salavi, the clouds she reaches for, and the rain she brings to earth are a cycle in the Wheel of the Universe.  Frank Waters, Book of the Hopi