About 12 days ago, I started feeling like I was coming down with something, and I did. What began as me feeling uncharacteristically cranky, out-of-sorts and inordinately tired blew up into the worst chest cold I can remember. I think now that it might have been the flu (again) even though I had it last year and got a flu shot this past October. 
From what I've been reading on it, this season's flu shot is only about 25% effective, but can mitigate the worst of it.
Still, it's been awful. 
I dragged myself to the college on Wednesday after missing last Monday's class, and went home and straight to bed after that. I spent many, many days in bed. So frustrating! But finally, I can sleep mostly through the night without coughing jags that leave me short of air, chest aching, wishing for this just to be over.

It's on the run now, and I am back in the art studio. 
On Friday, I had a meeting with a very nice gallery on Bainbridge Island that wants to represent me. Bainbridge Arts and Crafts is right at the end of a major renovation, with a Grand-Re-opening  (and a new name, apparently, which they are keeping secret until the opening) scheduled for a couple of weeks from now. The timing couldn't be better. I met with the head curator, his assistant, and the gallery's executive director. I had applied to them via an online process back in December, and heard from them a couple of weeks ago. They wanted to see 6 paintings in person. They ended up asking for all 6, and by the time I got home, had requested a 7th as well. 

I left two paintings with them, and took the other 4 back to make some changes they requested- they wanted them out of frames, which is fine by me. The two I left with them had plain black frames, but the other four had frames they thought were not showing the work to full advantage. They said their clientele are often willing to purchase work and have it framed themselves. 

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A few weeks ago, just before I got sick, the BLP and I took a ride a little ways South of where we live, down a road that is just chock-full of old farms and decaying barns. The neighborhood is called Olalla. (Oh-la-la) Besides old barns, Olalla's claim to fame is their annual Americana music festival that draws musicians and audiences from a pretty large distance. It used to be strictly a Bluegrass festival, but they've broadened their lineup in recent years. 

I took several pictures. The light was nice that day but not as dramatic as it could be, say early morning or late afternoon. We'll have to go back and re-shoot. Still, I was able to make the first painting of what I hope will be a series. This barn is owned by the Collins family of Olalla. The current owner is the great-grandson of the original owners. It's a bit of an idealized view- I left out the power poles and lines. 

I painted this over the last couple of days, so glad to be well enough to work in the studio again. The flu leaving, and I'm totally jazzed about the gallery. I think it's going to be a huge opportunity for me.

Right now, I'm calling it Olalla Barn 1.  Oils on canvas, 18" x 24".  (c) Rose Guastella 2018



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Comment by Rosigami on February 20, 2018 at 8:00pm

Well hello! It’s been a while, hasn’t it. Thank you dear friend. 


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