Art, life, accidents

A lot has happened in the last month. I’ve been doing more in the #100TinyTreasures series and find it fascinating seeing what shapes and marks consistently represent the hand of the artist. I’ve been working in my art journals, including the new Dina Wakley Media ledger journal – absolutely love it, but they’re sold out already.

Sadly, the next shipment might be post-tariffs so may not be affordable. I feel bad for artists like Dina Wakley, Tim Holtz and Dyan Reaveley who have built a loyal following, through sheer hard work over many years, and will have their business impacted by the current US situation.

I had sold three small paintings to one collector on the East Coast and she asked if I’d make something bigger. I don’t do commission work as such but was happy to make some larger works – the three green pieces below – and if one suited her, great! They are based on the land around where she lives, which includes apple orchards. We tweaked the piece on the far right by adding 3 red apple shapes to the left and she messaged me that “The painting arrived and it’s BEAUTIFUL. I absolutely love it.”

I’ve also been getting ready for this year’s Greymouth Art in the Park. Pen Kirk and I have a stand and will be selling matted works, and greeting cards. Normally we’d teach as well, but Pen has a demanding new job and I’m not doing so well.

A couple of weeks ago someone came through a stop sign and hit my car at speed. I had a couple of seconds to react after I saw him go, and got as far out of the way as I could. Very similar to when a drunk driver hit me in 2012. Despite this being at a stop sign in a 50km area, he was going fast enough that both cars are written off. State Insurance paid out promptly, and I have a lovely new 2015 Mitsubishi Outlander plug in hybrid.

I also have a sore shoulder and concussion, which has turned out to be more of a problem than first suspected. I’m resting a lot, and have been working only half days. I have trouble sleeping at night, and get headaches. Still, it could have been a whole lot worse.