Right now I’m just listing good items that I’m not using any more or never used or can part with. I do a lot of research on each item to describe it and price it fairly. I’m getting the hang of it—I’ve sold all but two of my (I think) 14 listings.
Florida was fun. I hit the beaches, east and west, Atlantic and Gulf, collecting shells and photos of jellyfish, watching the ships and happy beachlovers, walking for miles in bare feet, shorts and a tank top. 83 degrees. I combined research for a Florida beach book with healing sun time, making lemonade from the disaster in my house.
I made a bargain with my generous hosts: I would exchange the original paintings eventually used in Lake Effects III (the summer poster completing my Lake Effects poster series) for at least six summer weeks access to a window to paint them from. In May I went for the first week and my rather outrageous proposal seems to be working! I have totally lucked out, with interesting, compatible hosts and a beautiful place (specifics to remain private) to enjoy a real Lake Michigan summer.
My hands, suffering a bout of tendonitis from too much bead-making, won’t do too many at once, but I figure one or two a day would work. I have a good supply of beads to work from.
It’s a sort of madness, I suppose, all this bead-making and -stringing, as each necklace probably takes me half a day if I count the time making and/or sorting the beads. Once I get going, though, I find it hard to stop. The sun is shining and the weather is becoming mercifully mild, but I’m inside, waiting for the plumber to tend to a sink disaster but not minding it a bit that it’s already been five hours. I’m just loving the excuse to sit here making one wild thing after another.
I waited too long to get going on my bead project this time, because I made beads with a vengence, having quite a way to climb out of my irrational depression. I made beads for hours, for days. I made beads until my old nemisis, tendonitis, send my wrists back into their worn, 15-year-old black leather bowling braces.
Thursday: I begin every day checking my email. Today I get an order from my website for a tapestry bag, a necklace, and a fish print. I haven’t made the bag yet (I’m sold out after Christmas) so have offered to make it to spec and am waiting for a phone call. This client said she’d read my entire blog, including my breast cancer blog, and said she was moved by it. This is a wonderful way to start a day.
When I paint using photographs, it’s obviously important that the painting be a lot better than the photograph, and it’s always been pretty easy to do that. It was harder this time, because this new camera is so good and I set the composition up on PhotoShop, combining three or four photographs, picking out interesting shapes, making sure I had the wonderful age range represented that really is there.