this is pretty much it…
studio nights late afternoons
darning & hemming
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
spilled from their jars
“sands of time”
collections still shelved
and many more no longer here. valiant flotsam and jetsam seldom really seen. so long…
nic paints bonnie hull’s master drawing
and then cuts and folds and constructs the house
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 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.
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.
and this is the other side of the one above. sorry to have taken so long to respond to your request, jan.
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.
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.