|Walking in this World, Chapter Four
||[Feb. 3rd, 2008|08:43 pm]
Breaking rules left right and center..
From the eh to the excellent:
Tasks: Not so much. I did buy a sketchbook and actually carried it around intending to sketch something somewhere. Hopefully it will get used later; I used to enjoy making sketches in college.
Morning Pages: I did them. Not as frequently as before, four days out of seven, Friday to Friday. I am back on track now with writing every day, though.
Weekly Walk: My weekly walk was a drive this week! In summer of this year we bought a big truck at auction, to further our plans to eventually buy a fifthwheel and go mobile (hee-hoo, beep beep.) I thought I’d be scared to drive it but I love it! Anyway, due to circumstances beyond our control, it was at the mechanic’s for about two weeks, and last week we finally had to take it back without getting the broken window on the left rear door fixed, which was the original reason it went to the mechanic in the first place.
J got a call that he had to be in Dallas this coming week and decided that he wanted to drive the truck down, so I cut a piece of plexiglass to fit the window frame and jammed it in there (it took two pieces actually, the first one cracked because I was rushing the fix – anyone have any ideas about what to do with leftover plexiglass?) A little tape ensured a waterproof seal but then I had to test it, didn’t I? And the truck needed diesel, and you should drive trucks like this for a goodly distance every so often to make sure the injectors don’t get gunked up, and I needed catfood, and the cheapest diesel is about 7 miles away. (We won’t look too close at the math of burning a gallon of diesel to save 5 cents per gallon, even if it is a 38 gallon tank.)
But all that is beside the point. The truck needed driving, dadgummit, so drive it I did! I could feel the mental knots unkinking as we rolled down the highway, and about 30 miles later I felt fine (and the repair held up good too.)
Artist’s Date: I held off on posting this update because I had intended to go up to a tile museum that I have always wanted to visit on Saturday. But it is in Doylestown (an hour away) and with J heading out that day leaving me as sole transport for my MIL, I decided I’d better stick closer to home. Fortunately, the Brandywine River Museum is closer to home, and J had suggested it as a possible date earlier in January. Good idea, quoth I, and off I went. I wasn’t sure I’d really enjoy it. I hadn’t been to that museum in years and didn’t remember it with any clarity. In a nutshell, it’s all the Wyeths and their ilk in a very lovely setting right off the Brandywine river. Hmm.
Well! First off, I got there and the parking lot was PACKED. In February. I said to myself, “Self, this is odd.” Turned out there was a lecture and book signing by Jerry Pinkney, a well known illustrator, starting at 1 pm. Sadly, I missed the lecture by fifteen minutes, so I went through the exhibition of his work instead and really enjoyed it. That led to buying one of the books he’d illustrated (Uncle Remus, the Complete Tales) and dithering for 20 minutes before finally deciding it was worth standing in line to get the book autographed. Good thing I got in line when I did, because although we were waiting for a long time before the signing started, the line grew and grew behind us. I met a friend of mine from my quilting bee while waiting for the line to start moving. She’s very sophisticated and smart so I didn’t admit to her that I hadn’t known about this illustrator before coming to the museum that day, I just said Hi, and let her think I was as wise as she is! *grin*
After the signing, another 20 minute wait netted me a “gallery tour” with Victoria Wyeth, Andrew Wyeth’s granddaughter. I had no idea what to expect. What fun it was! She whisked her small group upstairs to the Andrew Wyeth gallery and started in the back room, picking paintings more or less at random and telling us her memories of the works and the people in them and the techniques that he’d used to paint them. She was very lively and enthusiastic and clearly a huge fan of her grandfather and his work. At one point she was describing the precise way that he’d painted a watercolor of a woman in moonlight, and she told us that he hated when she talked about that: “Vick, you make it sound like I have control over what the watercolor is doing, and it’s not true!” And she retorted to us, “Look at those bells on her cap! Now that’s control!”
I had a wonderful time. About ten times better than I thought I would. (And about ten times more expensive too. I could put a serious dent in our budget in the Museum gift store, which is full of all sorts of books about illustrators and artists. Definitely need to make a return trip!)