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i realize i haven’t said/shown much about Texas since returning. i realize i haven’t said/shown much about *anything* lately at all. i remember when almost the first thing i would do after returning from anywhere (even a walk around town, practically) would be run to the computer and make a picture story. i was so prolific. now i see blogspots full of that stuff all the time and i feel … redundant. i’m trying to think of a new way of documenting, but i’m not quite clear yet what it will be. close maybe. to be honest, there is not much to document lately. such sameness. i’ve put myself into a strange little shell.
speaking of blogspot. i’m SO sick of cleaning up the spam comments out of my site journal (wordpress). they are the only comments i get on that journal, for the most part. ha. maybe i should treasure them. so i have been thinking about dumping wordpress and taking up my blogspot journal again. and being like every body else!!! (don’t worry, i will keep livejournal. even though i hate the ads, i LOVE the little lock… heh.) anyway, if anyone has anything to tell me about the quantity of spam comments on blogspot, i would be interested in hearing.
so, about that picture. i meant to have a slew of them to show by now - and maybe i still will, soon. it is from the Benini Sculpture Ranch in Johnson City, Texas. the piece is Gemini, artist is Peter Mangan, and even though i don’t do favorites very well, this is one i liked best. all the squares of glass with objects fused into them, hanging. oh!
i was a little hesitant about suggesting the sculpture ranch for a “field trip”, afraid there would be lots of kitschy things like the big metal longhorn, etc. but i loved the idea of all kinds of sculpture being out in the hill country and it turned out to be quite awesome. everyone agreed. it was a beautiful piece of country and you could drive or walk as you wished, all over. a variety of pieces were scattered about, in a most pleasing way. Texas hill country is really beautiful. and it smells SO good. the check-in point was a HUGE gallery, with an extremely fine bathroom. most of the paintings were Benini’s, with the newest ones being the most pleasing to me. there was something very joyful about them.
well, back to reality - another gray day, laundry, the Red Pieces on the artTable (*finally* working on them again), embracing summer’s heat, still not walking enough, avoiding food, watching a dying cat, re-learning visualization, crushing fear’s wicked head.
next weekend i will see Betsy. in LA! i’m really glad.