Not much art happening in my life the past few weeks. After Art on Nepessing Street, my mom died, I had surgery, and we're finally moving forward with the sale of our house. Which meant the search for a new one intensified, we found one and made an offer. It won't give me the *super-fabulous* studio I always wanted but it will do. Now awaiting closing dates on July 22 (sale) and August 10 (purchase). All I have time for now is sorting, purging and packing TWO households, ours and mom's, while wrapping up all the legal details related to her finances, including 2 pensions from Europe.
No time for art makes me sad. But making progress toward the next stage of our lives makes me happy. So it's all ok.
One more quick note about my mom: The Winter Dirndl portrait I painted of her had been hanging in her apartment. She recently commented to a neighbor that when she dies, she wants that painting on display at her funeral. So of course we displayed it. (Along with about a million photos ... I was up til 3 am the night before the visitation finalizing the photo boards ... but I digress.) She was a beautiful lady inside and out, and will be missed by all who knew and loved her.