painting in the gallery

Here is the first painting of the semester, different isn't bad, hanging on the gallery wall. I like it. I'm entering it in a competition to be published in a campus publication as well.

A few women in my classroom management class have gotten on my case about my attitude towards these paintings. One of them decided maybe she needed to have a talk with me about my attitude. Or my self esteem. I explained, it isn't really that I don't like them, it's just until they're really done, I don't like them. They aren't finished until they're finished, and to say I liked it before it's finished would be premature.

I brought the Cheezits with me to buy wood with some ladies from the painting class. I thought the boys would cooperate this evening. The plan was to purchase wood and make stretchers. Evidently powertools and tired boys won't ever mix, because my teacher sent us home.

They first ran around Home Depot, which in itself wasn't bad, they were hanging out with their big brother and it wasn't too bad. Much. Then someone ticked someone else off, and/or someone pushed someone else, there was an angry one and one with a scraped elbow and one that mostly enjoys getting the other two in trouble. So then on the way home was much screaming and hollering and whining. Lovely. A lady in another class rode with us, and at least she had a son, even if he is twentysomething. She had an awesome hat too. A fluffy one.

Then we got there and unloaded the wood but it was getting late. I should have planned better but I wasn't really sure it would take as long as it did. How long it took was pertinent in relation to meds wearing off and people getting tired and hungry at around the same time I was supposed to be using a pneumatic nail gun and a power saw. Oh well. I'll have some new stretchers sometime after Spring Break. Until then I can perfect the stuff I've started. I made some nice progress on the ovary and did something weird to the sky on "both sides of the road shared the same sky" that I think can be fixed.

I would be embarassed but I'm too tired. I think we could all tell the boys were hungry and tired. Another option would have been to tape them to a chair.

This afternoon  J. dropped me off on campus. So after class I walked from my class to the studio and all the way home, which I think maybe was what made me tired finally. Or the baby-wrangling at Home Depot.
In other news I made some progress on the bedroom last night. I also read a story in Jan. 2010 Better Homes & Gardens about the lady that has a blog called LovelyDesign. I think her stuff is fun to look at. I want to be that organized. Plus she has an adorable little girl. A probably non-running-around-Home-Depot-girl. One who probably isn't a whining-screeching-football-throwing-girl. If I had a little girl I would take entire days to make her clothes.

I would also like to say I started a weird discussion with the department head about whether we should have business classes for artists. He wasn't sure. I'm sure I'm sure. Anyway it will make for an interesting class on Monday.