Days Twenty and Twenty-one: The Final Chapter

DAY TWENTY

I thought it was pretty extraordinary that this plant was engineered to hold the morning dew in perfect droplets on each of its serrated edges.  High-five to you, Universe.  The Rensing homestead has many worn edges, cobwebs, and my favorite…moss and mushrooms.

Blanket of moss on the driveway wall.

Tiniest red baby mushrooms in all of the land.

I was hellbent on finishing this painting series before I left.  I wanted to have one neatly packaged project to take home but I was rushing it.  I wanted this experience to be over with because it has been very challenging.  From the first week it was obvious that my expectations were very different than the reality of this residency and I've been stumbling over that ever since.  

Residencies are a gift of time to devote completely to your chosen art form.  They are not strictly self indulgent non-stop blissful blocks of time - each one has its own unique challenges.  The benefits of a residency have to outweigh the sacrifices that have to be made such as financial strains, being away from loved ones, etc. and as I sit here on my final day at Rensing with my bags packed, the sentence that keeps bubbling up in my mind is:  "I left my life for this...was it worth it?".  The knee-jerk reaction is that yes it was worth it because it made me realize how exceptional my daily life really is.  

So the series is not complete but I am ok with that.  Below are the finished four pieces and the final two are well into being 3/4 of the way completed.  I am looking forward to seeing this work in my studio - away from the environment that created them.  I am glad the final details will be done at home...unhurried.  I've been thinking of a name for this series and Someone Else's Homestead keeps surfacing.  The subject matter is pulled from another person's personal space, my part was selecting the objects that appealed to me.  So am I telling someone else's story through their objects or am I using their objects to tell a story of my own?

DAY TWENTY-ONE

in-progress sewing machine detail

in-progress tree stump behind sewing machine

Day Nineteen

Basket painting-finito!

Snake in tree-check!

Little mushroom-yes please!

Baby goats-you better believe it!

This little dude is a rock star-hells yes!

Day Eighteen

Woods.

Sibling love.

Epic.  Still.  Life.

At 7:30am Ann and I were on our way to the weekly Pickens Flea Market.  What does a local flea market say about a town?  Is it a representation of that community or is every flea market in this country similar?  These market experiences are more than the objects that are for sale - it is the human exchanges that make the visit rich or sour.  Today's experience inspired me to assemble a still life of all the objects I've accrued during my stay here.  It is my interpretation of Pickens, South Carolina through found and purchased things.

Days Sixteen and Seventeen

Day Sixteen:  This week has turned up the heat, I am hellbent on finishing this series before I leave Rensing.  It has become very important that this work be site specific and what that means to me is that the ideas were cultivated here, the subject matter came from the property, and the work was completed on site before the end of the experience.  Two panels down, four to go.  Yikes.

I was gifted a genuine goat bell from Rensing's director.  It is exactly like the ones that make up the beautiful symphony of goodness that I've heard for the last 2 1/2 weeks.

Day Seventeen:  My brain is mush.  I spent the entire day in the studio and happy to report that the chair painting is finished.  Well…96% finished, I am sure I'll do some touchups when I see it first thing in the morning.  I have three more days before I ship out my supplies and have three more panels.  Eh-ghads I feel the (totally self-imposed) pressure...

To earn my keep here at Rensing I have to put in 8 hrs of work a week.  Today that entailed planting peppers.  I planted tomatoes and beans last week.  The weather has been perfect, I've seen some stellar earth worms in the garden, and I've been using a 50 yr old trowel that I'm pretty sure is super lucky.  Grow babies grow!

You can do it baby plants!  I am rooting for you!

Days Fourteen and Fifteen

Day Fourteen went a little something like this…

My mica mineral collection is growing.

"What is it baby goat, can I help you with something?"

"Awww…well, I love you too."

ATTENTION:  ALL SANDED AREAS ARE COMPLETE!!!

basket and pinecone

sewing machine and cabbage

tree stump and chair

Day Fifteen was pretty solid...

First painting at Rensing complete!  Cabbage.

I saw a snake in a tree.

Day Thirteen

Above is my favorite tree at Rensing.  I gave her a visit today and after saying hello, turned around and headed back the way I came.  A little further down the trail I felt pulled to explore the little nook below.  A shiny glint of something caught my eye (found out later it was the mineral mica), I crouched down by the water's edge to get a closer look and a wonderful thing happened...

I had one of those rare moments in adulthood when you find yourself doing something you did as a kid, like being hunkered over a stream looking at rocks, and you're getting dirty and it starts to rain but you don't care because you're lost in curiosity.  You are connected to that long-since-used child brain that runs on wonder.  It is such an important thing to be reminded of.

Days Eleven and Twelve

Day Eleven:  Fellow residents, Ann and Lindsay, and I took a 30 minute drive to Twin Falls and it was not only gorgeous but a great recharge for us all.  After our sightseeing adventure I moved my living and work spaces to a more private area and it is a glorious thing.  I see much work being accomplished in the very near future.

Day Twelve:  I feel today was my first full-fledged solid work day.  I had a great studio day which I broke up with small hikes around the property and ended the day with Ann and Lindsay over dinner.

Bob escorted me to coffee this morning.

I met this little dude.

I visited this flower as it followed the sun throughout the day.
Here are the times each photo was taken from left to right:
8:15am, 9:30am, 10am, 1:45pm, 4:30pm 

Days Nine and Ten

Day Nine:  Escape to the woods.

Long strands of uninterrupted concentration have not been common in Pickens.  Day Nine started off with a rumbling truck parked outside of the studio.  Even though it was impossible to focus on my work I was grateful for this truck because it was emptying the septic tank which has been the cause of being bathroomless and for the most part kitchenless.  Today began with the loggers sharpening blades in front of the studio.  At this very moment they are using those blades in the nearby woods.  But the sounds of falling trees and men wielding chainsaws is muffled by the rotor rooter guy doing damage on the bathroom plumbing.  *please fix the plumbing, please fix the plumbing* Annnnd…the electricity goes out…Day Ten, you have reached comical levels.

The building that houses my living space and studio is a constant hive of activity.  This activity is not what I had in mind when I was rocketing on a plane towards the rural community of Pickens, SC but I honestly believe if I can find a way to make work here, it will be a new way of working which will inevitably produce a new kind of work which is one of the main reasons for doing residencies in the first place.  I most definitely do not want to give the impression that all moments are a struggle, there are many wonderful nuggets throughout the day.

Day Nine:  We celebrated Lindsay's bday with dinner and cupcakes by the fire.

Day Ten:  I made the acquaintance of this rat snake in the pasture.

The distractions and disappointments have me hellbent on coming home with a solid series and that energy is conjuring up studio progress that I am excited about.  That means this journey has so far been a success - success that has taken a very unexpected route…one I could have never anticipated. Below are some progress shots.

Sandpaper is now my friend.

I know, I know…the most challenging experiences provide the biggest lessons and rewards.  Besides the direction of my work (very excited!) a huge reward is realizing just how wonderful my life is back home.  In the midst of today's chaos, I received a respite in the form of a beautiful letter.  I am so grateful for this experience and look forward to cultivating the seeds of inspiration it provides.

Day Eight

Bullet point breakdown of Day Eight:

• coffee with goats (saw two turkey)
• studio time
• laundry
• studio time
• watched a tractor demolish a double wide trailer
• grocery store (was in desperate need of ice cream)
• ate ice cream with goats and fellow resident, Lindsay (saw mom and baby woodchucks)
• studio time
• showered at Lindsay's place (day two no bathroom at mine…grumble)
• studio time
• sleep 

Days Six and Seven

I started Day Six with these little dudes.  There is a perfectly placed log in the middle of the pasture that I have deemed as my morning coffee spot.  The rest of the day was a little rocky, there are a lot of distractions which has made working a challenge but Day Seven had me setting my stride.

While sitting on that very log this morning, decisions were made on the subject matter for a series that will go on the pink-painted panels.  I grabbed my camera and went in search of reference material - all of which I wanted to pull from interior and exterior spaces and objects from the Rensing Center property.  I've paired the photos I plan to use, so here is a "I think I know what I am doing but not completely sure and definitely not ready to articulate my thoughts" sneak peak.

After the reference hunt, it was time to put pencil to paper sewing machine-style.

Next it was time for a photo shoot of things I think are awesome.

Side note:  I totally found this bottle under some leaves.

Side note:  The sewing machine lives in the library.

Then it was time to hang with Bob.

Side note:  Bob is my friend.