Thanks to everyone who came out to the opening of “Winter” at Alaska House last Friday. I am not someone who likes being the center of attention so show openings are always a bit of a personal trial. However, I think I only made one really stupid comment and I didn’t spill wine all over my dress, so it was a banner evening for me. I was gratified by the interest and response, and I’m happy to see that much of the work won’t come back home.
I had a great “only in Fairbanks” moment at the opening. Someone came into the gallery saying “hey, are there any mushers here? I have a bunch of freezerburned salmon in my car.” And, lo, some friends who have 20+ dogs had just walked in and were happy to take the salmon. Then the friends, as well as the box of salmon, proceeded to hang out in the gallery conversing and enjoying the art. And in Fairbanks, that is entirely appropriate behavior at an art show.
The next step is to work like mad to be ready for the next show in Homer. The good part about making prints is that they can be in several places in once. I don’t think I’ll be able to count on pulling many of the carved panels for the next show. Unfortunately a nagging problem in my carving hand has become a bit of an issue lately and I have had to slow down, rethink my tools, and consider how I can do that work without causing permanent damage.
A stretch of beautiful summer weather has ripened my first bowl of cherry tomatoes and everything here is green and growing fast. I’m helping one friend with her garden and another with a small veggie farm, and it is fun to see their successes. Our property is low and cold, so I have not been willing to invest a whole lot of energy into trying to really grow food down here. The best (and easiest!) crop is always the wild blueberries.
Dora is growing like a weed and has managed to ingratiate herself with at least one of the “big dogs.” Pretty fun. Pablo, who has always had the nickname “puppy” was a good choice for friendship. They have had some epic and houseshaking episodes of romping lately. All is fun and games until somebody small looses bladder control. . . .again, one of the advantages of an unfinished house.