davidtripp posted: " Sequestered in Studio Eidolons with good Reading I sat at the portable metal desk before my open notebook, straining to get something down. On the whole, I thought more than I wrote, wishing I could just transmit straightaway to the page. Patti Sm" Recollections 54 The Art of David Tripp
I sat at the portable metal desk before my open notebook, straining to get something down. On the whole, I thought more than I wrote, wishing I could just transmit straightaway to the page.
Patti Smith, M Train
Sandi and I are reunited. She too now has COVID, so she decided to come back home rather than stay out of this infected house for another week or so. Of course, with today being Sunday, she found zero help from our family doctor's offices. I hate that she has to wait till the morning to get even a virtual doctor's visit. Completing my second day of Paxlovia, I feel better than I have since all this started, and I just wish for Sandi to receive this relief, sooner instead of later.
Sunday evening is growing quiet, and I'm finishing up my French-pressed coffee from Camp4Coffee in Crested Butte. The memories are abundant and soothing--it rained the entire evening we spent visiting that city a couple of weeks ago. When vacationing, I'm a sucker for purchasing products from a shop that offers great memories. So glad that I finally feel good enough to drink coffee again, I've been sipping this as it darkens outside my studio window, and re-living the Colorado odyssey. We relished strolling the sidewalks as the light raindrops fell, holding temperatures into the mid-50's. Meanwhile, Arlington, Texas is bloody hot. I'm writing this at 8:23 p.m. and it is 99 degrees outside, and our AC cannot bring the inside temperatures down to a comfortable level.
Now that I feel good enough to scribble in my journal, I'm experiencing the Patti Smith syndrome quoted at the top of this post. When I'm on my game, I can scribble out half a dozen journal pages rather quickly. Thirty minutes into the attempt tonight has yielded a half-page, and its anemic (like me). No worries, though. I know it will come back. The New Testament records that the wind blows when it wills, and we cannot know its origin or timing. So also with journaling. It will come back.
I just received a query on Instagram about whether reproductions are available of the watercolor that sold last night at Baron's Creek. The answer is Yes. I never had it set up for limited editions, but sold 8 x 10" reproductions (quite a lot of them, actually). They look nice in a white mat and 11 x 14" frame. I sell them matted for $25. I just sold one tonight. Unfortunately, with this COVID crap, I won't be "out" for another week or so, but meanwhile I am processing more reproductions and matting them. I'm glad I have all the materials necessary right here in Studio Eidolons, and now have a job to do. I'll post the photo again in case any of my readers are interested:
Six Subjects in Search of a Painter. 8 x 10" reproduction, in white mat. $25
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