We had three paint and sip classes this month, and February we will have even more diversity. Since the inception of “Casa Dell Arte”, we have wanted to bring the community together with arts and crafts. This month we will have paint and sip, mosiac classes, paper crafts, and sip and stitch classes. We want our community to grow in the arts and have fun while doing it.
I began collecting art when I was in College. Often visiting small galleries, and University galleries and meeting with the artists. I like to think of myself as a modern day Medici. Collecting art and promoting the artists. The best way to show the artists the I love I have for their work is buying the art.
I have purchased many paintings by Lindsay. I have mostly purchased her work through Ella Walton Richardson Fine Art Gallery. One of my favorite paintings that I own from Lindsay is this one. This particular one I asked Ella to get a hold of Lindsay to paint this for me. I had admired this painting for a long time at another gallery, but the painting was already sold. I asked if I could commission Lindsay to paint another rendition of the painting. I just love the way Lindsay portrays the details. The young woman in the mirror bathed in light. Holding the mask near her face so she can see how she is going to look before going to a party. Her beautiful red dress draws the eye of the viewer directly to the subject. There are many other items on her vanity that are interesting to view as well. A picture of a girl in the background, the brass mirror, and the silver chest in the foreground. The reflection and refraction of light on the objects is tough to capture for an artist. Yet, Lindsay does so beautifully. Not only does she captures the warmth of the young woman, but the cold metal objects that are on display for us to view. We are drawn into this private moment. Yet we are not disrupting her from getting ready to go to the ball.
Before consturction began on our house in the Bay Area we would go shopping of sorts. We would get into our car, and go to Piedmont, CA to look for just the right color. We knew we wanted a yellow hue. There are just so many of them out there, and we wanted to find the right balance. Our neighborhood was filled with white homes. We thought our neighborhood could use some color.
When we told my Mother In Law she was not happy. She thought we were going to embarrass her. Later she would tell us that she too wanted to change the color of her house. We liked the color she wanted for her house, but she never got to change it. We are going to use the color she wanted for her on a rental house. It will be a tribute to her to paint our a rental house her color.
Anyway, we found the house, and there were no apps that gave us exactly what we were looking for back then. We had to do it the old fashion way…ask.
I knew I would have to be the one to ask, so I went up to the door. Actually, it was the gate. They had an intercom system, so I pressed the button and I asked “Do you know the name of the color of your beautiful home?”
The lady of the house replied “I do not know for sure the name of the color, but I can ask our construction supervisor.” I then asked if she would like to have my phone number so she could call me, and tell me the name of the color. She took my phone number, but weeks passed.
I lived close to the house, so we went for a Sunday drive to the house. It was house stalking. LOL! I had to approach the intercom again, press that button…from the intercom she told me…”I am glad you drove by, I lost your phone number. The color is called Desert Gold with 30% white.” Oh, thank you, I replied. Here is the house I color stalked…
Images of Venice stir my soul. There is something so seductive about that place. It may be the mystery that lurks in the shadows of my mind. It may be my romantic heart that pounds with desire. It may be that this was the place that women explored their intellent only if they were a courtesan or a nun. Such drastic divisions…either a sinner, or a savior or souls were allowed books.
The first time I saw a painting by Mark Pettit I had to have one. His painting almost come to life right in front of your eyes. There is a dream like quality about them, one could almost step inside the painting and join. I have only two of his paintings. The one below caught my eye, and I had to grab it fast. His shows sell out very quickly, so a decisive mind is a must. One does not have the luxury of waiting a day to decide. I did that once with his painting, and the painting was gone the next day.
Upon gazing at the painting the viewer becomes immersed in the bouncing waves. Smelling the flowers, and hearing the sounds of the cloth of the blind billowing in the wind. The sound of the waves continually lapping the building, and the sound of the gondolas hitting on another in a rhythm that one does not forget.
Sheba, is our Cane Corso.
She loves socks. She comes upstairs in the middle of the night and steals at least one sock. Sometimes, she even steals one sock per family member. I guess, she doesn’t want one of us to feel left out of her pack. LOL! She is 9 years old, and will turn 10 on December 24th. Her sister passed away last spring of bone cancer. She still has her little buddy Gucci. Gucci, is her four pound side kick. We will take a look at Gucci next week.
Here are some of the socks I found around the house.
See, everyone in our family collects something. Sheba just has a thing for socks.