If there’s one thing I’ve learned in getting ready for the open studio tour next week, it’s that I’m not the guy I used to be. What used to take one day to accomplish, now takes two plus an ice pack and two Aleve. I thought knee surgery was supposed to fix that. Oh well. Don’t know where I’d be without the help of the previously featured firestorm flash crop mop and my good wife Tweetsie.
Luckily, I’m out of work, so I can afford to spend 48 hours doing 24 hours worth of work. I just can’t afford anything else.
But things are looking up, and I expect to have things in relatively decent order when thousands of ravenous, art-starved potential patrons beat a path up our drive to dine on bourbon dogs, bourbon balls and look at art.
This week I finished installing some new art in the woods. There’s this green leaf banner that blends right in with the foliage right now but will stick out like a neon sign come late fall and winter.
And then there’s this dried grass image that will do just about the opposite and blend in like camoflage when the leaves fall off the trees.
I love to watch these images change as the sun moves across the sky, as the weather changes, as the seasons change. It’s like having nature as a collaborator.