| Sunset over Saranac Lake, by little ol' me. |
| Crista Pisano touching up her work the night before the show. |
Not that we were living in the others’ pockets: we crept off
silently in the early morning to paint where and when we wanted, meeting up for
dinner. Occasionally we painted together, but most of the time we went our own
ways.
My roomies, from left: Mira Fink, Crista Pisano, me, Marlene
Wiedenbaum, Laura Bianco, Kari Ganoung Ruiz, Tarryl Gabel.
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The sun wasn’t in evidence much last week, so when it made
its appearance on Saturday we all made the most of it. When it finally dropped,
we reluctantly set down our brushes and went back inside for the serious work
of framing, signing and titling work. This
included a group critique session, targeted toward culling the work for
jurying. Crista Pisano offered a great insight: work for a jury ought to be
consistent, so we worked to make our groupings-of-three coherent small shows in
their own right.
I painted with other pals as well. Here with Sandra
Hildreth, left, and Carol Thiel, right.
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Inevitably, someone made the suggestion that a work would
look better in a different frame. The business of swapping framing materials
began. It was like being in school again, except that we were swapping art
supplies rather than makeup.
| Among my favorite places to paint was the bog at Paul Smiths College Visitor Interpretive Center, where Pitcher Plants were much in evidence. |
And then this morning we demonstrated that seven women can clean a house in no time flat.
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