as it is unnamed

taped and yellow hansa ground

what nic devised to hold “unnamed” to the wall while being painted


the colored pencil drawing that inspired the acrylic painting. 2 X 2′

and at the same time another sloy book is at last typed and home printed. nic’s prismacolor drawing cover for it above.

10 covers for the limited 1st edition of 10 coming out of the printer. takes 7 minutes for each one.

the cutting and creasing begins

the “dummy”, writer’s proof, is placed in its cover, glued and weighted


“eye of the interstate” typed, printed, cut, folded, glued, sewn and pressed. how each copy looks before it is wrapped in its cover.

as it goes

this is pretty much it…

studio nights late afternoons


darning & hemming

cutting bricks

line up the canvasses

roll up the rug

make up the room & bed

time to read… then goodnight.

happy new year from same ol’ nicholsloy studio

ART GALA (OAS) 2nd nov

the crowd

rob being honored with a cunningham print

talking about olbrantz & hallie ford

harcourt after photo of rob

olbrantz being likewise gifted with a cunningham

a blurry but sweet hug

be-bearded rob looking on

wide angle

8. san & carol
carol & yours truly

11. san & maureen
maureen & yours truly again…dave is the photographer.

michael hernandez & dave
michael hernandez (new gallerist/designer) in our studio

post 50

in a few days my daughter will turn 50 years old, and she is my “baby”. coincidently, my post today on wordpress, is my 50th post. and so i am going to take care of odds and ends that have been left dangling and then say goodbye to blogging. “post 50” will be my final post which began in a cemetery and will end in our plans and hopes for the future. a heartfelt thank you to those who have spent time reading what i have written, and especially to friends who have taken the time to leave comments. here goes….


where was i (hallie ford)

 “where was i when we voted for life and death”

a sculpturally framed art piece from found wood by nic, writing by sloy, now hanging in the northwest artist’s room at the Hallie Ford Museum.


ephemera. places dave’s mother visited when she was young. she is no longer with us and so part of the process we are now involved in includes culling ephemera (and soon our art) and making choices about what to go on with and what to let go.


downtown casper, wyoming, “gateway to the frontier”.  hotels, old timey cars, ballroom, dining room, lobby, bar.


for jan, our neighbor, who asked if i would please take a closer picture of some earrings i was wearing in one photo on facebook. this is one of many pairs of cardboard earrings nic has made for me through the years. although they appear heavy, they are in fact, much lighter than most commercial earrings.


the other side of the same earring as above.

earring 2 back

this is the earring that “matches” the one above. they are meant to be worn as a pair, though i tend to wear either one or the other as they are a strong enough statement singly.

earring 2

and this is the other side of the one above. sorry to have taken so long to respond to your request, jan.

our little sitting room

and here, dear readers, is where our attention will be directed for some time now. this is a small room in our house meant to be a second bedroom, but we use it for our “parlor”, our living room, a place to seat guests who visit in some comfort. we have a wall unit holding a tv, stereo, bar (open) and other civilized paraphernalia as well as the furniture you see. our intentions are to clear out this room so that we can bring our art home out of storage. a huge job as there is nowhere else for all this stuff to go. most will have to go away, somehow, and it is difficult to let go. this is as much as we know right now, and so it is all i will say about it, excepting that it is exciting to think about change, about having our art here with us.

camano deck

i say goodbye with this lovely picture of the deck off the cabin on camano island where we spent many, many years with great joy in a paradise-like setting, the saratoga passage seen here barely through the trees in the upper left, with its ferries, ships, boats and wildlife and sunsets, the beach below. my father and his wife, my stepmother, hosted many a family get-together here, and we filled the deck with conversation and laughter and children and grandchildren. kay thompson took this picture and posted it on facebook, and we are immensely grateful to her for it, as this photo represents time past. my father no longer reclines in a lounge chair in that far left corner by the white table, and the gatherings are no more. we must move on.