Turn of the Century… No, this Century!!! More musings on TIME

Cell phones evolve faster than you can say Jack Robinson, and I’ve lost track of my sequence of devices. First was a flip phone for making calls when away from home, with the domino effect being the demise of pay phones. Then I learned how to text and could message someone at odd hours without worry. And almost immediately – maybe even before I figured out texting – technology introduced my favorite phone function ever – the camera! Suddenly SLRs were superfluous and rolls of film went the way of the dinosaurs.

French long case clock from 1760 with Father Time riding high

Taking photographs is both a creative outlet and a memory preserver for me. My father was an amateur photographer who learned darkroom skills in World War II, shooting and developing images of enemy ordnance which was part of his assignment as a bomb disposal officer. Back home he documented his growing family and printed our annual photo Christmas cards, setting up his temporary darkroom in the bathroom. I caught the bug, took a class during college, and when I began making art photos and shooting weddings, Daddy built me a darkroom of my own.

But that was last century, and the birth of digital photography in the 2000’s meant darkrooms faded out like pay phones. From early digital cameras to the now-ubiquitous phone camera, the advances in quality and features has been mind-blowing. I love having a super shooter always at hand in my pocket or purse, and only regret that I don’t organize my prints into physical albums like I did last century. Of course these days my shots zap instantaneously from phone to Google, where I still put them into digital albums which I can share in real time.

Progress at warp speed can be disorienting for us “Analoggers” born in the last century. In the 1980 sci-fi film “Death Watch”, Harvey Keitel had cameras implanted in his eyes to surreptitiously record a stranger (Romy Schneider) who had a terminal illness in a future where there was no longer any death by disease. His video of her decline went viral (and we hadn’t even coined that term in 1980!) on reality TV, foreshadowing our present day mediascape. 

Smartphones with internet connectivity, together with their time-wasting offspring Social Media, have changed the world, and often not in a positive way. I was born smack in the middle of the 20th century, and am still rolling along almost a quarter century into the 2000s. “Turn of the Century” terminology just helps us chunk time into segments we can label, and I must confess I love the convenience provided by modern progress. Me and my phone camera keep documenting and sharing, and maybe someday someone will download my memories and wonder at how far they’ve come since the “old days”!

One year on, a newknee story

Today is the one year anniversary of my partial knee replacement, and I’m happy to report that I am totally pleased with the result! Several falls when I was young damaged the cartilage, and my long ago first year in SoCal – with experiments in downhill skiing, roller-blading, disco dancing (you get the idea) – exacerbated a long history of occasional pain. So major surgery (before they were doing arthroscopics) in my twenties scraped the minisci and gave me another 45 years of bearable mobility. But it was time for the last resort last spring, and my doctor did a fantastic job.

In three weeks my sister and I will be off to Scotland and Yorkshire, and my newknee will get a true test on the challenging hills of Edinburgh. And with our travel and accommodations booked, it’s now time for the fun stuff: organizing our painting kits and choosing wardrobes. We often travel together, including Ireland in 2018, and are very compatible “on the road”. We both enjoy “urban sketching” and “plein air painting”, so Scotland should be a perfect inspiration for our creativity: green mountains and lovely lochs, castles and historic city views. Check back for samples of our artmaking!

my new watercolor travel palette
Art kit and trip log

What happened to February?

Lately time seems to lurch and lag like a student driver trying to master consistent acceleration. I have lots of time in my under-booked retirement, but still it slips away. Suddenly a month is gone and I’m not sure where it went. Days turn into weeks, and our home routine becomes a rut. Maybe with this past weekend’s annual launch of Daylight Saving Time and its longer days I will get my slow car in gear and punch up my productivity.

almost finished hostess gift

I read some good books and did some painting and embroidery last month, so it wasn’t a wash. But I did notice my calendar was depressingly short of excitement. Anticipation is ramping up now, however, and providing more fun tasks. The 2020 Covid-cancelled trip to the UK is back for this May, and Cathy and I are happily planning our adventure. We’ve sorted the flights, hotels, trains, and tours and are busy making hostess gifts and figuring out appropriate clothes. My biggest challenge: buying walking shoes for my problem feet. Amazon offers a wonderful solution with “Try Before You Buy” and I’ve spent way too many hours online-searching tennis shoes! Shoe shopping in stores is hard because you can’t tell in three minutes whether appearance (“what a cool color!”) is trumping comfort. So far I’ve returned eight pairs at our local Whole Foods that didn’t quite work, but I’m hopeful the latest candidate (in periwinkle blue!!) is the ticket!!

An unexpected highlight of my quiet life in 2024 is the slow blossoming of Paola’s Christmas gift, an amaryllis bulb. Coated in bright red wax, all that it requires is sun and time to grow a stalk, buds, and then fabulous red flowers with white centers. The first was the slowest to open, then more and more unfurled such beauty that I’ve taken many photos and painted a couple versions, in oils and in watercolors. This particular coloration is called Minerva Amaryllis, sporting glorious goddess finery. Yes, I appreciate the little things in life!

Almost One Down…

The first month of 2024 is dishing up real chilly temps and pesky expenses. LA winters are usually mild, but we’ve had extra cold nights and rainy days, and will finish out January with 80 degrees today and a return to wet cold by the 31st. I’m not complaining, mind you. The rest of the country has suffered deep freezes and dangerous extreme weather. Even Portland, OR, where our daughters live, had multiple ice events this month that kept residents indoors and stores closed! And San Diego to our south had a flash flood that wiped out homes and forced a neighborhood to flee in five foot deep water. We are thankful for our new roof and distance from hillsides and waterways…and my plants are very happy for the extra watering!

The aforementioned pesky expenses were not unexpected, but still untimely. My car tires were warning me for weeks with “low pressure” alerts. Firestone said yes, you have a nail, but no, the tire is too worn to save. So Costco installed four new shoes and now we’re ready to roll! In fact, we cruised up to Ventura yesterday to take sister BJ to lunch on a gorgeous warm Saturday. We ate tacos on the pier and basked in the perfect sunshine with lots of lovely doggies on parade.

The Ventura Pier, damaged in recent extreme surf event

I’ve had fun school groups to lead on tours at the Getty this month. Kids say the craziest things, and even the security officers get into the act. I’ll include images of some current art on view – always something new to see at my favorite place! Here’s a link to a story about the 3-year conservation project Getty just completed on the Adam and Eve (which belong to Norton Simon Museum): https://www.getty.edu/news/lucas-cranach-the-elder-adam-and-eve-getty-conservation/

Sweeping out…

While sweeping backyard leaves and berries this New Year’s Day, I suddenly recalled a childhood memory. When I was four or five, I loved to sweep and even threw dirt on our cement skirting so that I could wield Mama’s big broom. Maybe this foreshadowed a particular personality trait. I’ve always felt an urge to straighten up, and take satisfaction in visible results. Daddy required us kids to contribute to family operations – weekly chores and nightly dishwashing – so that work ethic is deeply engrained. Clutter still happens – don’t look in my studio!! – but it feels good to get organized. I need a neat environment or my mind feels scrambled! And January first calls forth that “fresh start” instinct.

Day one of a new 12 months always stimulates my creative juices. I think about what art projects inspire me, what I’d like to make and learn. This fall I tried oil paints again which I’d avoided since college. I’m enjoying the different process and effects, and will keep practicing this winter. And I enjoy writing haiku and blog posts, so maybe I’ll focus more energy on words this new year. Reading books is my favorite escape, and discovering a well-expressed thought or getting to know a character feels almost miraculous: letters make words make sentences make mental images = ideas!

So Happy New Year and may 2024 bring a creative, productive, well-swept fresh start!

Painted Faces

Not talking makeup, but watercolor and oil portraits – challenging and fulfilling, especially when I capture a likeness. I’m quite happy when my painting resembles the source, either a photograph or a painting by a master. This semester I finally decided to try oil paints which I’ve avoided since college studio classes. My strongest skill is pencil drawing, and I’ve been working on learning watercolor for a few years. I even expanded into gouache, another water-based medium with the opacity of oil. But now I’m rediscovering the bonus of oil painting – the opportunity to rework continuously as well as using glazes – transparent layers – to achieve glowing effects. The teacher will be demonstrating that latter technique soon, so I’ve been revising my “underpainting” of a Rembrandt portrait in preparation. Here is my progression of preliminaries along with a photocopy of the master’s work we are copying.

Sequence of attempts: pencil, watercolor rough, underpainting in neutral colors, value study of planes. Long way to go!!

20s in the 70s

My sister and I were in our 20s in the 70s, and now we are in our 70s in the 20s!! And we still travel with the joie de vivre of our younger selves. Just back from an Arizona adventure, I really appreciate seeing the world with Cathy. Both of us value experience over acquisition and comfort food over fancy restaurants. We can get up and out early, and feel no need to stay up late. And if we can’t sleep, we read or eat or both.

This road trip was motivated by a desire to visit our brother in his new place in Tucson, and the crazy fact that neither of us had ever visited the Grand Canyon. So south to north, we plotted a 5-night escape and managed to include friends, family, and three National Parks! We both take beaucoup photographs and enjoy outdoor sketching, so this was an itinerary with lots of opportunities. And between our mountain cabin overlooking a roaring Oak Creek and the charming BnBs in Tucson and Indio, our accommodations were inexpensive and welcoming. And we only ate in restaurants twice!!

Every summer Cathy drives eight hours to our family vacation place in the Smoky Mountains. I try to join her whenever possible, but this year we shared Arizona instead. I’m sad to miss The Mountain House in 2023, but the Forest Houses outside Sedona were a lovely substitute. I hope she and I can stay healthy enough to visit Scotland – or wherever we decide on – next year. Retirement is such a blessing and I don’t want to waste a minute of it!

Train Tripping

In the last few weeks, I’ve gone on two train adventures – one south to Orange County, one north to Ventura. There’s a station just a few minutes from our house (we can hear the whistles blow when the wind is right) with ample free parking. Proximity and convenience are great motivators – now if the trains would just run on time, I’d be riding the rails regularly!

Paola and I took Amtrak to Irvine on a Friday to meet the Getty Galz at the Orange County Museum of Art. We beat the group that carpooled down (they got lost), but returning home was a bust. Our northbound Surfliner was over two hours late and we had to stick by the tracks because they never announced a revised ETA. Then when we finally boarded, the brief stop at Union Station turned into a train change, more unexplained waiting, then the announcement that we were waiting for paramedics! I got home at 11 p.m. instead of the scheduled 7:30!!

The artventure was fun – we saw an excellent Alice Neel exhibition and had a Peruvian lunch – and then dashed over to Balboa Island and did lots of walking. (My new knee held up great – 11,500 steps!! – but my hip not so much.) And I really enjoyed riding the 3-car ferry across to the quaint tourist destination which I hadn’t visited in over 40 years.

Last Friday I Amtrak’ed to Ventura to visit Getty Gal Robin who is in the process of moving up the coast to be closer to her grandkids. We had a wonderful day seeing some local highlights – the botanical gardens, Main Street restaurants and cool shops, the Mission – all in walking distance of each other! The vibe is very laid back, like a mini and less hoity-toity Santa Barbara. I see why Robin loves her new neighborhood, and I’m looking forward to more train escapes up her way.

Pastel Portraits – Chalk one up!

Getty has installed a new set of pastels in their rotating gallery, a selection of portraits from the 1600s-1700s, and as always I’m amazed at the skill on display. I’ve been trying out the medium and subject matter lately, and remembering how fun but challenging chalk pastels are! I’m playing with wild colors not naturalism, so my respect is tripled to see how the artists back in the day created realistic images. There are no photos to check whether these are “likenesses”, but wouldn’t it be fun to know? Step into my time machine (my nickname for the Getty elevators), and let’s visit a couple of French artists…

Below are my recent efforts at expressive color using soft pastels. I am more experienced (and better) at drawing than painting, so pastels feel more comfortable in my hand than brushes. This week it’s back to watercolor, hoping to improve with practice!

Happy 90th Birthday, Uncle Walter!

Walter and Ann, 2022
Ann, Ease, Ruth, Grandmama, Mama and Clyde

Uncle Walter is the husband of my mother’s youngest sister, Ann, and together they are my favorite relatives in a clan of funny, feisty, smart originals. We never lived close enough to any of the family for frequent visits, so those summers in the Smoky Mountains, or at Indian Rocks Beach, Florida, or Christmas at Grandmama’s house in South Georgia, are that much more memorable. Mama and her three sisters and their husbands, her one brother and his family, together produced 15 cousins for our tribe of “grands” to romp and tease with. My mother, Mary Love, was the middle child (as am I), so my sister and brother and I were the middle grands: younger than half, older than the other half. Now we are all the senior citizens on the family tree, and I treasure the last of our uncles as he turns 90.

my watercolor of Walter’s beautiful inlaid wooden vessels

Walter is a Renaissance Man: an engineer and inventor, a lawyer specializing in helping aging clients, researcher and author of several books include a genealogy of the family, always a loving Christian, and throughout his life an artist in wood, creating amazing designs. I did get to live in his neighborhood for a brief six months in the mid-seventies, and his gentleness and humor were a magnet drawing us in. He built us a fence for our dogs, and he and Ann invited us for Sunday dinner on a regular basis. Moving away from their family was my only regret in escaping Florida for California!

I’ve lived my adult life on the Left Coast, but my roots on the other coast keep me grounded. We still travel to see family over there, and my sister, my younger daughter and her husband, and I had a lovely lunch with Ann and Walter last September. I also got to spend time with my cousin Lydia and her kids in the Atlanta area – and meet her giant puppy – named Walter!! You inspire all of us, Uncle!!