Uphill Climb 29/30

Uphill Climb, collage/acrylic, 6 x 6

Elizabeth W. Seaver

This was by far the dumbest scheme ever, Polly thought to herself as she pedalled at a snail's pace towards the rocky crest with the mountain biking club. Well, she was technically behind the mountain biking club rather than with them--way behind. I mean, in order to meet people, you actually had to talk to them, right? So far, when they'd stopped for breaks, she'd sweated, gulped, panted, tried to look nonchalant, chugged water and limped around trying to ease her charley-horsed muscles, but she'd not met one person or been capable of saying a single coherent word.

 

Back again in the saddle, which she noted was getting mighty sore, she began to be afraid that it was possible to pedal so slowly as to roll backwards down the mountain. She distracted herself by recounting all her efforts to make friends since she moved to California: a sky-diving fashion show (the heels were a daring choice of footwear, but hadn't actually been a great idea on the landing), extreme beach bathing (you haven't lived until you've gotten raging sunburn wearing a thong--for a time, she achieved a certain notoriety as That Thong Girl, but she hadn't actually made a single friend for her pains,) then there was the Saturday she went skating at Venice Beach. She felt grateful that her scabs had finally gone away, even though her technician winced when Polly went to have her legs waxed.

She looked up to see whether the top of the hill was any closer and blinked. Was someone actually waiting for her up there? And could it be the best looking biker in the bunch...ho, boy, was he adorable! She forgot her aching legs and burned out lungs, her dry mouth and her empty, complaining stomach, sat up straighter and accelerated to caterpillar pace to meet him.

When she got there, he said....."

River Song 26/30

River Song, collage/acrylic, 6 x 6

Elizabeth W. Seaver
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For my favorite singer/songwriter whose creativity flows from a river into which I will never step. Keep making your music.

Pajama Day 23/30

Pajama Day, collage/acrylic, 6 x 6

Elizabeth W. Seaver

Marvin refused to wear regular clothes. They poked and pulled on his softest places, and he loved being comfortable above all things. He was a busy boy, and he didn't have time for the distraction of a pinchy waistband. Luckily, he'd been able to sneak away from the house before his mother saw him this morning and made him change his clothes. He kept to the wooded paths where he had the best chance of escaping unnoticed. Then nosy neighbors might not see him as they flew over and call his mom to tattle on him.

His favorite pair of pajamas zipped up the front. Best of all, they had the feet in them. Then, no bother of crouching down, getting red in the face while he tried to remember how to tie his tennis shoes. "Rabbit ears in the hole...pah!" He was too busy to learn that--besides if he had his way, shoes would soon be completely unnecessary. Marvin was currently designing a whole line of pajama-inspired outerwear.  He'd set aside this morning's ride to brainstorm baseball pajamas with cleats on the bottom.

"At the very least, there should be no tie shoes in the world, only slip-on ones." Marvin dreamed. "Flip-flops. I wish I could meet the person who invented flip-flops. What a genius!"

Art Around the 'Burg, the Second

Such a whirlwind has been whipping around Libertytown this week! Dan and Beth (with help from Elliot) built a roomful of Ikea furniture. Said "build-it yourself" (BIY????), superstore was alternately praised and cursed all the day long. The most exciting thing that happened yesterday was the explosion of glass from a cabinet door which had already been installed. Thank goodness no one was hurt. All was cleaned up quietly and quickly, and Dan picked up a new door along with more boxes of furniture to put together. It's a big room.

Today, as the day progressed, the gallery began to take on the look of a fancy museum gift shop. Susan wafted from place to place creating magic out of the hodge podge of fine art and craft left by various local artists, including those from Libertytown.

When she is done, the place is going to be gorgeously ready for the December shoppers. Beth, Aline and I will hang the Small Works show beginning tomorrow, and then Thursday night will be a preview opening for the Friends of Libertytown. They are in for a real treat. If you are in town, join us First Friday, Dec. 5th from 5-9. The Pottery Students will be selling their work, too. Don't miss it! See the link at right for directions.

Two color reduction print shown above is Rear Window, one of my new works which will be on display.