Susan Livengood

That was a favorite expression of my mother’s for someone who is crazy.

I will have my studio open house from 1-4 on Sat. Oct. 24.   It should be a good excuse to drive out into the country and see the fall leaves.

I haven’t figured out what this flower doesn’t need.  Credit card, cell phone, car, Ipod, health insurance? 

Stonewall at Fines Creek gym.

I love it when Gregg comes to the studio.  He can tell me when a part of my painting bugs him or seems unfinished.  The triangle in the corner has been interrupted.  Now the tricky part is to finish the details without getting caught in fussiness.

Gregg made a print rack for me out of PVC pipe.  It bugs him that it looks cheap, because it was.  I said it was an homage to my father.  Gregg helped him lay miles of irrigation lines in the pecan orchard in San Antonio.  “That’s what it needs!”  He’s going to add a faucet and  say it’s derivative of Marcel Duchamp.

This may not look much different from the last post.  In it I had worked in the yellows.  That left the white flowers looking mighty sketchy.  I had liked the freedom that I’d sketched them in with, and then left it.  But that was WRONG.  Mostly I worked on the center panel.  I really like my fried egg daisy, but the paint on it is the barest wash.  I’ll keep moving around the panels until a lightening bolt strikes and says “It’s done!”