The three jade plants are standing guard at the patio door, Grandma Rowe's African violets that I inherited after she died in 1976 are still living, and I'm crossing my fingers that the grey squirrels and hungry moles will have left us a few of the hundred tulip and daffodil bulbs we planted last Fall.
I admire gardeners and gardens but I live a plant and pray life. I apologize each Spring to the peonies for not transplanting them - again. It's been sixteen years now. They still tough it out in the shade of the lilacs and bloom as best they can. The lilacs tough it out in the shade of the giant pine trees and the pines just tough it out.
Saturday I re-finished, as in finished again, a bear head thought to be finished in 2007. He is a mid-sized pastel, begun in Hudson, Wisconsin, at a Thursday painting session at The Phipps Center for the Arts. We named him "Franz," he was matted and brought up to Pottery at Best Gallery in Hayward, Wisconsin, and we hoped he'd find someone to live with. Nope. Not to be. So after a while he came back to Stillwater to lean up against the wall and take up space.
This past week old Franz got a pastel make-over. Hip hooray! About the only evidence left of his original self are his basic facial features. But he is a much-improved
bear, with markings both more subtle and pronounced than originally drawn. Sometimes it pays to admit a piece is dull and boring but is yet worth the effort to rip put of the mat and attempt a re-do.
We are happy with the "new" Franz, and he appears pleased to be set in his new red frame.
On to the next grand adventure - low to the ground as it is!
-Sue
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