I’m in the middle of an update.  Waiting for supplies to be delivered is always frustrating because (daddy, I want it now!) I want to complete these tasks right now.  Immediately!

I wasn’t satisfied with the presentation of my bungalow series of paintings.  I decided to switch out the frames.  This created the domino effect of needing to purchase new hardboards for a yet undetermined series that will go into the “old frames”.

I received four of the new frames so far and at first I heard – what are you DOING????? from that contradictory voice inside my head that spews negativity (no doubt).  But upon execution of this task, I am very pleased with the decision.  The bungalows look incredible in their new digs!

In addition, I purchased frames for the horseshoe paintings.  The 9″ x 12″ horseshoe paintings are now framed and residing on the floor of my living room.  The 11″ x 14″ frames will arrive sometime next week or so.  Needless to say, the artwork will be pricier now than when customers purchased them during their residency at Syracuse Yoga.

I also removed the backing chalkboards from the remaining horse and cow paintings.  I created them in 2012 – they are among my first encaustic paintings.  I’m waiting for 12″ x 12″ cradled hardboards to arrive (sometime today?).  Then I will add the hardware to the back and mount the paintings.  Not sure if I will tweak them as well.  I don’t think they really need changes, but it seems that my ever evolving artistic standards may overrule that temporary plan.

I sold several of the horse paintings – I remember most of those sales.  However, I do not know why I only have ten cow paintings.  I did gift one to a student once because he was a dairy farmer.  So, what the heck happened to the other one????  Who bought the purple cow?

The changes to these paintings were inspired by storage – clanking those boards around had damage potential.  They were impossible to store properly and impossible to transport safely.  It was only that – I still love the way I mounted them prior to this change.  I am very grateful to those who purchased them in their original capacity.

Revisiting paintings is like rereading an old journal.  It is a visual record of progress.  Of the (over used word) journey, dare I say it.

If I end up having a huge retrospective one day, I think that these encaustic paintings will reveal a sort of fantasy realm, as though I am reliving another life with another voice.  A message from the other voice (in this case a love language of positivity), which is how I described a series of oil & collage paintings I made in the late ’90s.  It will be a full circle moment and for that brief time, everything about this situation will make sense.