Today was a good day. Went to the Puyallup Fair to see what there was to see. Love the chainsaw sculptures with the bear’s bum hanging out of the stump like he’s in head first looking for dinner. Like Winnie the Pooh, kinda. “O, bother,” he’d say. The baby quail in the petting zoo are the tiniest little birds I’ve ever seen. And, got bawled out by a goose. Stood too close to his cage, I guess.
Last week, I went to the Frye Art Museum and saw work by William Cummings. Really liked his most recent work. The subject matter and bright colors were such a change from his earlier stuff. Really liked a few of his earlier pieces from decades back too though, one in particular of a person on a motorcycle because the painting is nearly all black except for a bright patch of color highlighting the rider’s shoulder against the dark. A striking silhouette. The bike headlight is on and the angle is askew. Just looks cool. I’ve been itching to paint something ever since, but haven’t made time. Time just flies in my world, don’t seem to have enough of it. Wish I could take all that time I seemed to have as a little kid and bottle it for now. Waiting and waiting and waiting to grow up seemed to take forever. ♦