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    I just came to the conclusion that one of the reasons that "wet paint" doesn't get updated very often is because, well, I'm generally up to my elbows in wet paint.  That, and progress doesn't seem to occur on only one front, or in a straight line, resulting in a striking loss of narrative possibilities.  So-  this is what 've got.  I managed to organize five pieces about a week ago- three drawings for an invitational, and two paintings, for competition, and haul them down to the Charles H. Taylor Art Center for the TAA juried show.  I also brought pieces by two new members with me, and that pleased me- I like to see the addition of new art and energy into the field, I really do.  Then it was home to finish the taxes, get the husband on the road, and paint some more.  As an aside, let me say that now that spring has sprung my garden is rife with weeds and they nag at me each time I pull into the driveway- that's another thing that should be on the schedule.  The good news was that my research paper had already been completed and graded (matches my blood type) and that at least half of the 200+ drawings from Figure Drawing had been fixed, and that field hockey season is over.  (you see what I mean about activity on all fronts...) 

  So- on Saturday, off I went to the opening at Charles Taylor, and lo and behold, one of the new members, Sam Hughes, was awarded the first ribbon of the night.  That made me happy for him!  It's a strong show, so I was truly surprised when the blue rolled around and my painting's name was called.  I mean- last year, I'd also won that ribbon, but I'd focused on doing so.  This year, I was so distracted that  the big thing was just getting on the wall, since I haven't exhibited since last summer.  Here's the award winner.

The following day I had to return to the Charles Taylor to participate in a gallery talk about my art.  Now here's the thing- living in the suburbs, I have long been accustomed to the eyes glazing over factor when I talk about art, so generally speaking, I don't.  But here were thirty people sitting on chairs in front of me, so I did.  Bared my soul, as it were, and as a pleasant benefit, I realized that these kinds of forays went a long way towards helping me define a thesis for the coming year. 

Off to poodle, then paint, and then to Senator Warner's office for the public art reception (more later) then class.

It's all a blur.