Month: July 2015

  
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.

    But that wasn’t my building …

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.

Tomorrow is my first critique, my studio  progress thus far:

 Blocking in Goblin Market and this untitled more expressive work. Both quite large, the second about 8 feet high, both in rough stages.
 Pardon the weird shadow, it is an open ceiling space .
So that’s it, wish me luck!

Day three here at PAFA and I am delighted how at peace I feel in “my” studio. Four clean white walls, ready to accommodate whatever I throw at them . I am working large , something I have had to curtail back in LA as my studio space was becoming increasingly more cramped with my work, my books , my supplies; it is incredibly liberating to not have my familiar “support”, be it my resource files, art books etc. It is now about my expression not another’s . I have always struggled with the greatness of past artists , comparing myself unfavorably. I feel freer of that.

My progress thus far is drawing out The Goblin Market , sadly it isn’t photographing well, I need to improve the rather paltry lighting . But so far it looks like this:

     In between studio hours I wander about , the following are some shots I have taken around center city Philadelphia.
   
    
    
 

I arrived earlier than I would have thought and was welcomed by the happy smile of my dear sister Kat . We spent much of the day setting up my studio,gathering  supplies and the furnishings that would not have flown well , but really just catching up and recognizing how much I miss her.

We tacked up the canvas I’m to work on tomorrow and she proved to be an admirable studio assistant.

   Walking about town in the midst of much gay pride festivity , I was struck by what a pretty city Philadelphia is and the richness its history provides.
   
    
   After what seemed an endless day of walking about,  we were happy for well earned dinner and drinkies. Tomorrow I begin anew …
  

It’s 6am EST, I’m bleary- eyed from a red-eye flight from Long Beach (adorable airport ), but now I sit in Boston awaiting my flight to Philadelphia.

Six weeks is long time , the longest time spent away from David and the dogs. My eagerness for the experiences ahead are tempered by melancholy. But onward, I will face my anxieties and see what unfolds .

For now , bad airline coffee …