A little piece of my art

I finally got some prints up in the store..you can see the whole inventory here.   Each one is different.

You can read more about the process in this post. I encourage any of you who stitch to give this a try. The results are quite amazing.

I had a little email give and take with the president of the American Reprographic Assoc. and he assured me that calling these
reprographs was correct.

Thanks for your patronage! 

take down day

 It seems like a lifetime ago that Jimmy and Colin hung these pieces for me but it's only been a month and now it's time to turn this beautiful space over to the next artist.

 I drove over to the gallery this morning and in a few minutes everything was packed and ready to come home.

It's a little sad but not a real surprise that there were no sales. Despite its pretensions at sophistication, I have always found Atlanta a pretty prosy place.  My work is pretty bold and the appreciation of textiles  takes an even bolder art collector. Just having had the chance to display the work was a great gift.


If anyone has any interest in acquiring any of the pieces from the recent show (or any other work, for that matter)  please know that any reasonable offer will not be refused.

It's no longer a secret that Jimmy is battling cancer and our financial reserves have been stretched to transparency. I'm deeply grateful for the resources we do have and the flexibility my home based job allows for. "Grateful for every golden now" is my in-breath and "survivor" our mantra. 

Email me and be surprised. They say that artists should never lower their prices.  Right now I'd like to get my hands on "they" and show them what I'm feeling about that rule.

tattered garden

My mailbox garden is looking pretty ratty these days. These sunflowers and morning glories soared twelve feet but I won't take them down until everyone has eaten or carried off all that is useful to them.

And we stitch a bit.

portal

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a good one...

It feels like a perfect late September morning, a real treat for August in Georgia. I'll take it. There will be some decompressing today, some stitching, a little pool cleaning time and later some grilling. Life does keep spinning.
 I'll save the bloody paperwork for tonight.  F*k 'em for a minute, eh?