The rest of the exhibit

Here are some of the other works that were exhibited by students. They are either watercolor, oil, acrylics or photography.

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There were two other shows on another level of the art center. Glass Art has these beautiful pieces




The last one is called Violet Soft Cylinder with White Drawings and Tangerine Lip Wraps. It is by Dale Chihuly so I know I can't afford it! The glass pieces are all on loan from Habatat Gallery.

The next assortment is called Chair Show, done by students at Cranbrook Art Academy.

Yes, the first one is automotive seats suspended in archways.


This one is a pink poodle (with a very large eye!) on a poodle cloth chaise. When plugged in, the tongue moves and the tail wags.


This one is called Bounty Stool
And last, but not least, is this entry called Drop It Like Its Hot. Please don't ask me to explain it as I don't get it.


Now don't you feel much more cultured after being exposed to all this art?

Contradictions

Do we all live with contradictions?

I have beautiful teacups

But I mainly drink coffee

I have a room dedicated to crafts with counters and cabinets, yet where am I working right now?

Look....I can't get in my sewing room to take a picture! Hopefully our son will close on his house early next week and we can start moving things to his basement. We don't have a basement. That isn't a problem for me...Usually.

I have never canned vegetables or fruit, but this is my favorite quilt at the moment

If I never encountered snow again (December 24th and 25th would be ok, but keep it off the pavement), I would be happy but look what I collect. These are only some of the snowmen. Others are packed away in the attic until winter or are further in the sewing room than my camera can reach.

After years of having short hair, I grew mine out and today it is pulled back with a long clip. That isn't worth a photo, trust me.

And lastly, I should be working on that baby quilt that is bunched up on my couch, but I am playing here instead. I wonder if my picture appears in the dictionary next to the word "contradiction" ?

Pictures at an Exhibition

What an exciting day for me! The exhibit was so crowded, it was hard to take pictures. I plan to go back this week and take more photos and really examine the other works. These pictures are going to go in a scrapbook just so I can prove to one and all that I really had work hanging in a gallery!



I missed the table with name tags when we first entered, but one of my nieces took care of things by grabbing mine and sticking it on my shirt. Shortly after that, the director of the show came up and said "Oh! You're our Charlene!" Our??? She had read the text of the newspaper interview but hadn't seen the photograph. When the art was being hung the other day, someone recognized one of my paintings from the newspaper article. The staff was so happy about the newspaper article, I became "our Charlene" to them!

Here is Allison next to her portrait. She recognized the painting of my house (above) before she saw her painting.

Here I am with my groupies The blonds on the left and to the middle are my sister-in-law, three nieces and a great niece. The two women on the right are my son's friends who've been almost daughters to me for ages. One of my closest friends and neighbors took this photo.

And here are my very tired, biggest supporters. Bill worked 18 hours each Friday and yesterday, and 6 today before the exhibit. Billy got home from camping just in time to shower, change and head to the show. I am sure they are both reliving the exhibit behind closed eyelids right now. Surely they can't simply be asleep while I am still so excited!

I feel like Goldilocks when she had found the right bed and the right bowl of porridge. Everything was just right today. I certainly don't feel smug about my work, but neither am I embarrassed.

Art for All Ages

I was interviewed by phone for an article on the student art exhibit which opens this weekend. A staff photographer for the community newspaper took this shot of me with the three works that I have entered in the show. The publisher of the paper distributes free papers to each community weekly. Some articles overlap, others are specific to one town. This appeared last week in the town where the art exhibit is being held, but hasn't been in my local paper yet.

The title of the article is Art for All Ages, referring to the fact that the show preceding the one opening this weekend is the youth exhibit, for entrants are younger than 16. I found it amusing that after that title they gave my full name and age. Yes, dear children, dinosaurs (of All Ages) still exist, and some of them are art students!


I am having such fun with this, and hope that everyone around me understands it isn't ego running amok. It isn't about whether or not I think my work is good, it is about being relaxed enough, finally, to say "sure, go ahead and show my work and yes, I'll do the interview". I'm done delaying. I might produce a better painting in a year or two. I might be 25 pounds thinner then. I might be more articulate if a reporter asks the same questions another time. But what if there isn't another student exhibit next year, or a newspaper article in a year, or even me as I am today? There was an old commercial whose tag line was about going for the gusto. This gusto is mine.

What a party!

Some times, everything comes together so perfectly, you feel enchanted. Friday night was one of those nights for me.

Nine adults and three young children had dinner before the surprise party. I made breaded pork tenderloin and broccoli, but took the easy way out on the cole slaw, rolls and potatoes, buying them from Chicken Shack, a restaurant on the corner of my street. Their broasted potatoes surely cannot be good for you...they are way too tasty to be healthy! None of our guests had ever had breaded pork tenderloin and they all loved it. My great niece had a second helping and one of the little boys thanked me for the chicken nuggets. We didn't bother to correct him.

Our son never suspected that the party wasn't for his uncle, so the surprise worked out perfectly. He received wonderful gifts and none were duplicates that had to be returned (like receiving two toasters at a bridal shower). He does have enough cleaning supplies to last a year and the amount of toilet paper he received was hilarious. Besides cleaning and laundry supplies, and paper products, he got medicine cabinet supplies (bandaids, antiseptic cream, rubbing alcohol, toothpaste, pain relievers); kitchen utensils including the most important ones: an ice cream scoop and a pizza cutter; bath and kitchen towels; home office supplies (scissors, stapler, tape, clips, wipe off message board); basic tools (hammer, screwdrivers, pliers, adjustable wrench, WD-40, duct tape); gardening supplies (hose, nozzle, hose reel, gardening gloves, outdoor thermometer); cereal and Kraft macaroni cheese (with delivery pizza and ice cream, his weekly menu is set!); extension cords, light bulbs, a hamper, welcome mat and a card table and chairs. Most of these gifts came in storage bins or buckets. He was truly surprised and overwhelmed.

He spent the next day organizing things for the move. Hopefully the closing will be this week. We are all on pins and needles. The morning after the party, the house looked like Christmas without ornaments. The good news now is that he has everything somewhat confined. The bad news is that the garage is full and my sewing/craft room is unavailable until he closes.

As soon as I mop the kitchen floor and put a few more serving bowls away, the house will look fairly normal again. As long as you don't look in the garage or my craft room.

The day of the party!

I've done about 34 things so far and seem to have 73 to go in order to be ready for tonight.

It has been a long time since I frequently decorated cakes for family occasions. This past year, I've done three cakes for young children's birthday parties. Visits to the cake decorating store rekindled interests that perhaps should have remained dormant. Decades ago (although it seems like last week), I decorated rice paper with edible gel to make characters and designs that were traced, often from coloring books, onto the rice paper. My sons found it wasn't the tastiest thing to eat, and it wasn't easy to cut through when serving, but the paper was easy enough to work with and the cakes were cute.

Now designs are made on edible paper. The supply store near me will scan an image for you and print it on edible paper with edible ink. Hmmmm, this sounded like a great idea a few days ago. I had the store scan the Money Pit house image and attempted to decorate a sheet cake this morning. Peeling the very fragile image from the backing paper caused me to utter some words that used to make me blush. My, how times have changed. The design ripped in the white background and in the green of the lawn. I trimmed the background, cut off the words to add to the cake separately, and will call the rips in the green area dead patches of lawn should anyone ask. The green sprinkles are to divert attention from the edges of the paper design. The plastic tools are from the cake supply store too. Just because they were cute.

The Happy Birthday design was commercially made and released from its backing much more easily. Size could have a lot to do with it too. If I had trimmed the round cake flat, I could have avoided the wrinkles but I hate to cut the crowned part of a layer cake. It seems wasteful. If I do cut it, I feel obliged to eat it and than it becomes waist-full. The wrinkles won't matter to my brother-in-law. He likes me and his wife doesn't bake. I can tell him they are supposed to be there.

Here are the personalized candies, five varieties, all together in one container, 150 of them.

Peek a boo!

I am a sucker for cute, and when it comes to colorful baby quilts, I don't think it gets much cuter than this. I saw this quilt made up at Bits 'N Pieces in Wayne, Michigan and knew the kit had to come home with me. The babies were printed on a panel to be cut into the center squares. The store selected the coordinating fabrics and bundled it all together, just waiting to jump into shopping baskets.

Given that I should be cleaning, baking and shopping for a party here in two days, I think I will have to put this aside and wait until next week to unearth batting and begin pinning the top, batting and backing together. I think I am going to hand quilt this but that isn't written in stone. I could write it in dust, but that is a different story.