shifting gears

This morning, Rachel and I went to pick up work from four of the Studio Six artists who had exhibited at the Mikhail Zakin Gallery in Demarest, NJ. One of Rachel's pieces sold (hooray!) and the newspaper write-up was very flattering to the show. Thanks to all of you who came to see the exhibit and who left such nice comments on my blog and in the guestbook. I hope we get another opportunity in a couple of years to exhibit there again. What beautiful space!

We treated ourselves to lunch and then I dragged Rachel to the tile store because I am still dithering about the backsplash (well, if you make a mistake, it is an expensive and permanent one) and needed to look at the tiles again. I narrowed them down and brought home two samples -- but one is not even a contender. Guess which one is out of the race?

The light in the kitchen is dim at best, and I didn't even try to rev up the contrast for this blog post. Still dithering but gettting there.

One note on the topic of "what do you call yourself?". A few years ago I responded to a call for art from a corporation who wanted to display (without renting, of course) art in its lobby.
When the woman in charge asked me what medium I worked in, I unfortuately responded "art quilts." The response? "Oh, no, we want REAL art, like photography." That was the last time I made THAT mistake. I offered to send images but she was not interested. End of story. This morning I had a Google Alert; my profile and some of my images turned up on a website gallery for the Women's Action Network...under mixed media. Oh, good.