What does a gallerist do on a snow-day? Hang my show, of course.
Dancing Santa, by Carol L. Douglas |
Maine Gallery Guide ran this feature about my upcoming studio Open House yesterday. If you like the Maine scene (especially if you live away), you really should subscribe to their newsletter. Itâs the single best resource for our stateâs art scene. Hereâs a link to the sign-up page.
Meanwhile, my husband is fretting about the boxes and bags of stuff littering our house. âYouâve bought at least three times what you need,â he frets. Parties are where my inner Italian, usually tamped firmly down, comes into play. Whatâs worth doing, is worth doing to excess, I tell myselfâand I buy more.
Part of the mess in my dining room. |
No shindig is complete without the last-minute household disaster, and ours came in the form of a cracked chimney tile. This created the opportunity to move our woodstove from the kitchen to the dining room, where it has some chance of actually heating the house. We got the bad news two weeks ago and worked fast. Our mason opened the dining room wall last Monday, only to find a copper water line. All work stopped while we looked for a heating specialist to move the pipe.
Luckily, a young friend is coming to do the job on Sunday. Meanwhile, we have a hole in the dining room wall, and the rest of the room is a shambles. Whatever you do, donât use our back stairs. The contents of our china cabinet are lined up on its treads. That staircaseâs primary function is as a laundry chute, so weâre on pins and needles. If we forget, weâll shatter a lifetime of useless collecting in a single moment.
And more mess. I bought the wine totally for its name. |
Yesterday the storm thatâs plagued the northeast this week finally showed up in mid-coast Maine. With so few people out, Sandy Quang left work early and stopped here to collect her mail. The poor young gallerist was about to enjoy a busmanâs holiday. She spent the afternoon and evening helping me hang my work. Sheâs much better at it than me, and she has the additional advantage of a fresh eye. By the time we finished, the snow had stopped. It was a beautiful night, the moon shining dimly through the clearing clouds.
Even though the studio is a mess, I took a video of it for Bobbi Heath. âAre you posting that on Instagram?â she asked. No; itâs a mess, and Iâm not very good at video. âPeople love to see the sausage being made,â she countered. Sheâs right; the two small videos I posted are being watched. Hereâs a link and a link if you are also an avid sausage viewer.
Happy New Year! by Carol L. Douglas |
Which brings me to my two resolutions for the new year. First, Iâm going to learn to take a decent video. Second, Iâm going to master my email list. But Iâm always conflicted about email.
Yesterday I timed how many emails I was deleting. It was about 15 an hour, all asking me to donate money or to shop. That didnât include the ones that ended up in my spam folder, which I watch carefullyâBruce McMillanâs very fine Postcard of the Daywas landing there for a while.
You can meet the original of my 4-H Christmas Angel on Saturday. She’s presiding over my tree, as she does every year. |
That overload makes me hate the medium. But itâs a necessary evil, Iâm afraid, at least until something better comes along.
Meanwhile, I hope to see youâin personâat my studio on Saturday. Here are the details, as if you could possibly forget them:
Carol L. Douglas Studio Open House
Saturday, December 7, 2019
Noon to Five
394 Commercial Street, Rockport
Saturday, December 7, 2019
Noon to Five
394 Commercial Street, Rockport