The last week here at PAFA has been thrilling, yesterday I had a six hour Intermediate Drawing course with Roger Chavez- I look forward to five more classes; I’ve had two critiques thus far, one gallerist, Alex Baker, calling my work “singular” in that there aren’t many folks making such whimsical and fantastical paintings , he was speaking of Goblin Market. I think that is a bit of a stretch but I take it as a compliment.
But amidst the highs I have been in a bit of a despairing state. The room I had rented from Airbnb has turned out to be quite grim, it reeked of cat and cooking grease and was off a dicey block. Philadelphia , like many cities varies from block to block , and sadly this was just two off where I would feel comfortable. I tried to rectify the situation by furtively crashing at the studio here at the Academy- a bit like Chinese Water Torture, the lights never extinguish and the janitors seem to revel in loud crashing noises. I’ve even crashed at my sister’s place , where I did enjoy a proper sleep . But the despair became increasingly alarming , my focus was upon where would I place my head each evening , the focus off of my work. It is stunning how basic and existential sleep really is when it seems so untenable; I sympathize with homeless folks and new mothers.
But last evening David secured me a new room off Rittenhouse Square, which is probably the loveliest neighborhood in the city. More extravagant than I would have allowed myself but I renounce my stoicism for a clean and charming room . As usual, tremendous gratitude to my husband.
The old neighborhood I was staying at was in many ways beautiful, some blocks offering delights such as these pretty Queen Anne houses.
Yesterday class was held in the Still Life Room, I love the fact that the school HAS a room devoted to still life painting. It looked like a heavenly thrift shop.
So I check in to my new room today, much gratitude . I may attend an artist’s lecture, and later see my sister. After a sound rest in my new digs I can face what this program has to offer anew.
Again , thank you darling David. Apparently there is a new car waiting in our carport for me when I return to Los Angeles ( it seems he purchased an orange electric model for himself). I’m very lucky, must light candles at church this morning.