What this elf has been up to...

Raw felt hands...
a sanded down and painted hunk of pine
more raw wool...

What does this all add up to? Why is a painter working with these materials? I keep asking myself these things. The answer will come on February 13th. The day my show Opens at the Eric Schindler Gallery. Till then, I am going to be knee deep in wool and wood and yes even some paint. There will be paintings on sculpture, sculpture that is drawing and even regular ol' painting on canvas and painting on wood panels.
For now, I have to get back to being an elf...

onward!

Greetings from Seattle

Here are some Winter wonderland photos from the lovely and talented Cami who lives in Seattle. She feeds these Hummingbirds year round. They are weathering the unusual snowy conditions with the rest of the good folks of Seattle. That is a fig tree, figs wearing little snow caps.

Happiness!

Warm greetings from New Mexico

I am still getting Christmas card addressed to the people who used to live here. But we did get one addressed to us...yippy!
As I was saying the other day I love getting e-mails and photos from my pals who live far from me now. These are some photos from my dear friend Sally who now lives in NM. When I was out there last Winter I was supposed to visit this farm, but the friend who owns it, went away the day before I arrived. They raise Alpacas and have Llamas and Great Pyrenees Dogs to protect the alpacas from predators. The little mini horse is named Elvis (we had a cat named Elvis who was about the same size). Next time I visit I am for sure going to visit this amazing place!

My favorite Raptor

We have been seeing this guy just about everyday. He hangs out in our yard and we see him on the next block in the mornings on our walk. Sometimes he sits high up in a tree or on top of a telephone pole. One day he was just 5 feet from Frankenstein and I, sitting on someones mailbox. I say hello and ask him to please not eat the Chug.
This morn he was sitting on the log thingy I made for Truman our lizard to sun on. Later I found a mass of downy feathers in that spot. Usually we get a warning from a group of big black crows who chase the raptors away and warn all the birds one is hunting. Once he has eaten one the the birds who come to feed, the other birds will come right up to him. They all go back to feeding as if he didn't just devour one of their own. It is just business or lunch in this case.
You can tell it was a cold day, by how fluffy he is. Gorgeous!