Yesterday was one of those perfect days where I did everything I set out to do. It was kind of a thinking week and I finally executed decisions from the think tank.
I was thinking about the Academy Awards. In the past (read: up until yesterday), I scoffed at those who thanked their families for an award they received at work. It seemed to me that the SHORT speech should reflect the specific aspects of the work and thanking co-workers was the way to go. But then I had the flu and the subsequent bout with a debilitating sinus infection and the truth is that I could have never gotten through the week without help from Mom and Dad. Mom for running to the grocery store to get me oranges, bananas, Jello, and meds, and sitting with me without any fear of getting sick herself, and Dad for helping me shovel/snowblow my driveway at least three times so that when I was ready to go out, I actually could fall back into civilization. No matter what other successes I may have had otherwise, I owe so much of it to them for being there for me always, including supporting me and my decision to be an artist. I am grateful they decided to get married when they were basically kids and are still going strong after fifty-three years of marriage. So thank you, Mom and Dad.
I don’t care if you call me a cat lady (at least you think I’m a lady) but I would also like to thank my two little indoor gin-gins for their companionship. I tend to think they loved having me around this week. My life was much like theirs. Eat a little, dream a lot. Go up and down the stairs and wonder what the hell I was doing up there once I got there, etc. So thank you, Georges and Pablo. Georgie is named after Georges Braque and Pablo for Picasso. I’m kind of hoping they will want to help me make abstract watercolors this summer – I would love to see their polydactyl footsies stomping on Arches paper.
They are not my first multi-toed nutters. I found a picture of Meet-zee and me recently. He was our first cat. We got him on Halloween when I was about nine from a house on Erregger Terrace. I was telling the story to some students the other day and it did seem a little weird, like not something that would happen today unless scripted into an episode of Criminal Minds or something.
My sister, Kathy, and Anita Suritis and I were invited into the trick-or-treat house, went into the downstairs rec room and saw the orange and white kittens along with their mother in a comfortable cardboard box. Their eyes had just opened making them about six weeks old, I guess. We called Mom from the house and she came over in her bathrobe (not uncommon) and we got Meet-zee. He only lived a year, hence no artwork. Thought he ran away but only a few years ago Mom and Dad revealed that he was buried in the yard. He’d been hit by a car over by where Kathy lives now. Yeah, we used to let him go out at night and he would go hunting at Barry Park.
So, back to yesterday, I re-joined Gold’s Gym, went grocery shopping, came home, gung-hoed on doing pilates, and went to an art show! Thank god for people like curator Anne Novado of Cappuccilli Fine Art, LLC! She’d posted the event on Facebook, called Fine Art pairing at Wine 105 (105 Green Street, Syracuse, NY), and I had checked that I would be going. Then the weather got all snowstorm again and I could have easily reverted to my specialty, staying home in jammies with a Duraflame log in the woodstove, but I did it. I said I would and I did. I ventured out (and I’m really glad I did)!
I had a great conversation with the eternally youthful sculptor Arlene Abend and saw and chatted with Cheryl Chappell, Marna Bell, Sherry and Peter Allen, Linda Bigness, Anne Novado, and many others.
I really love a captive audience so here it was – an art show at a wine store. And I really, really love it when it isn’t a group show, when it is a one artist thing showcasing the depth and breath of one person you can truly fall in love with. That person is Diana Godfrey.
Now, I’m not an art critic and I find that it isn’t really a job I want to have being that I am a colleague, a fellow artist. With that said, I am completely head-over-heels for Diana’s work. She is a texture goddess. There were straight paintings, and paper collages – paintings on paper then torn and arranged in magnificent compositions on display, all framed by Cheryl Chappell from Edgewood Galleries.
I met Diana for the first time last night and she had such a regal elegance. I was born in Syracuse, lived two years in Florida – end of story. I mean family is what brought and kept me here. But Diana recieved her Master’s in Iowa and came here because her spouse had gotten a job at the university – not sure how long ago. She spoke to me about the business of art and I loved that she could bridge both worlds – to be that talented and business savvy. She makes a living selling art and well she should.
I just love her sense of color and the texture in her work and the holy trinity of putting those together with the ease of rhythmic expertise. There is so much to see in her world. It’s what I’ve always wanted in mine – a sense that once you are drawn in, you never want to look away. You never want to leave. Her prices are reasonable so you may want to head down there and pick up a few. While you’re there you can throw in a few bottles of wine to enjoy while watching the female Superbowl tonight. You’re welcome.