Well, the paintings are in the gallery now for my new solo exhibit, Red Tree 20: New Growth, opening next Friday, June 7, at the Principle Gallery.
I can now let out a big sigh of relief just knowing the biggest part of the process– the creation, finishing, and delivery–is out of the way.
And I can give an even bigger sigh of relief in seeing that the work looks very strong in the gallery. It had the pop in that space that I hoped for. Sometimes pieces can feel bigger and stronger in the studio and much less so in the open space of a gallery. This group had the depth of color and strength of forms along with the sizing and scale that fit well in the space.
They could say what they had to say. That’s all I could hope for them. Now it’s up to them.
Phew! Now it just comes down to seeing if others can see and hear what they are saying. We shall see…
For today’s Sunday morning music, here’s a song from the very unique Leon Redbone, who passed away Thursday at the age of 69. It’s a 1977 performance of Please Don’t Talk About Me When I’m Gone. Gentle and easy for a gray and very wet and green morning here. Hope there’s some sunshine for you, wherever you might be.
The first live concert I attended in Houston featured Leon Redbone. It was at a famous music venue named Fitzgerald’s that’s gone now. It was paradise for certain music lovers, and now it’s being torn down — not for a parking lot, but for a parking garage. So it goes.
One of my readers had the most interesting take on Familial Bond. He suggested that, whatever the bond between the chairs, both of them had an even deeper bond with the tree: a representative of all the trees that have provided wood for chairs over the years. Fascinating.
That bond between the chairs and the tree itself did come to mind. Just as we all more than likely come from a common ancestor from the distant past, every wooden chair comes from that single first tree ages ago.