I guess that’s what the kids are calling it these days. I have ADHD, which when I was a kid in the fifties and sixties I was just called a problem child. My weirdness must have made it hard on my parents. I’m not saying neurodiverse folks are all weird, but I definitely was. I did well in school, mostly because I was good at test taking and could read and write pretty well. They got a lot of positive feedback from my teachers, but that was always followed with “but….”. I was the class clown and could be very disruptive. I’ll go into this more in another post.

This morning I was getting ready to do some spiritual reading and meditate. I realized I wanted to have my water bottle with me so I went up to the main level and got it out of the fridge and headed to the lower level to get ready. On the way down I thought about the paintings I have in progress and went down the basement to look at them and think about what to do next. I spent maybe 10 minutes doing this and then came back upstairs to meditate. That’s when I saw my guitar so I sat down to run through some mixolydian scale drills. I caught myself pretty quickly and headed back to the chair where I had everything ready. Everything but my water, which I had gone to get fifteen minutes earlier. I couldn’t find it. I looked everywhere on the two middle levels, even went upstairs even though I knew I hadn’t been up there since I got my water out of the fridge. I looked everywhere three of four times, muttering things like “What the fuck is wrong with me?” Finally Becky reminded me that I’d gone down to the basement, which is of course where I found it. Just an example of the shit that goes on in my brain every day.

Question: How many ADD folks does it take to change a light bulb?

Answer: Let’s ride bikes!

So the weather is again beautiful. I like to say that Minnesota weather is like the little girl with the curl on her forehead. When it’s good it’s really good, but when it’s bad it’s horrid. Fall weather in Minnesota is the best weather. I guess nothing good lasts.

Yesterday I went down to the Northrup King Building to pick up some paintings from Follow the Muse and talk to Daphnae about upcoming shows.

Today I plan to send Daphnae examples of some paintings for the upcoming designer showcase and to complete my entry for the Extremely Minnesota show at the Robbin Gallery. I might also get to renewing my membership in MAA and the Hopkins Center. I also will do my shoulder exercises, which I skipped yesterday because I had some pain going on and figured it needed a rest.

That’s all I have.

No dirty rice last night. One of B’s pickleball friends dropped off some spaghetti so we had that instead. Tonight.

Walked about 3 miles around the neighborhood today, the weather was beautiful and looks like it’s going to be great today as well. Did my shoulder exercises with a little bit of pain. Two days ago I was almost pain free but the last couple of days there’s soreness around the limits of my ROM. Couldn’t sleep at 1:30, got up, read and had some tea. Went back to sleep and didn’t wake up until 7:30, which is great since I’ve woken up around 4:30 the last few days.

Still trying to decide which pieces to enter into the Extremely Minnesota show. Most of the ones I’ve done recently have already been shown at the Robbin. I have a few though, I have some time.

We’ve watched two excellent series in a row. Black Rabbit is really good, Jason Bateman and Jude Law are terrific as dysfunctional brothers running a New York Restaurant. Then last night we watched Hostage a tense British political espionage drama. We watched all five episodes in one sitting.

Not a lot accomplished yesterday, I did fix the dark screen problem with the TV. And started journaling again. That’s an accomplishment. And I made a list of appointments I need to make.

Today I’m going to figure out my XtMN entries and I have to go over to Follow the Muse to pick up some paintings that were in a show in Austin. Hoping Becky and I can go to brunch and make a day of it.

Here’s a list of the appointments I need to make.

• Colonoscopy
• Eye Doctor
• Diabetes check
• Dentist

Peace.

My daughter is getting married this coming Sunday. They are staying with us up until Saturday. I will be writing more about that later, but in the midst of all the social tidal wave crashing down I have been cut adrift. The happy couple are at the groom’s parents for dinner and the mother of the bride is out with some friends. So I decided since it was a beautiful evening I’d take a walk around the neighborhood. My usual route takes me along Bassett Creek in Northwood Park.

The trail crosses the creek in two places on beautifully patinaed iron red bridges. The park is the flood plane of the creek and is the lowest area around, it’s very broad and open so you get a great view of the sky all around. As I was crossing the East bridge, I saw a little blue heron perching on a dead branch in the river, poised to make a meal of who ever came down stream. I was above it on the bridge so it didn’t notice me. I waited lone enough to see him nail a fish without leaving the branch, just a lightning stroke of the beak.

I headed home in the twilight. Felling blessed.

Before I go much further into my thoughts about art I’ll tell you a little about what I’m doing with my art practice these days and where I come from as an artist. Yesterday someone asked me what my art background was. I’m afraid I rattled on for way too long telling my circuitous career story. I won’t bore you with that now, although I might bore you with it in a later post. I’ll just say I was that kid who drew all the time, my parents encouraged it and kept me in art supplies because it kept me still and quiet. They didn’t call it ADHD then. I majored in art in college and went on to work in just about every art related job from animation to zookeeper (I managed a group of designers). I retired from that management job in 2009 and have done some freelance design work since then. In 20017 I decided to start painting again, something I hadn’t done since the 80s. I cleared out a corner of my basement and set up a tiny studio and started slinging paint.

Right my work has a split personality. One side of that split is my representational work. I’ve been doing landscapes, portraits and still lifes in what I think of as an impressionist style. I use acrylic paint, and lately I’ve been using Golden Open acrylics for this style. I like them because they dry more slowly than standard acrylic paint so they can be pushed around and blended for a longer period of time, which really helps creating soft edges and smooth transitions.

I don’t consider these to be the primary focus of my work. I enjoy doing them, I like the challenge of representational art and I also believe that the discipline involved really helps develop my ability to see.

The other half of this split personality is my abstract work. I’ve been interested in abstract art since I was in college. Much of the work that I did in college and in the early 70s was abstract. Then as now, the process is improvisational, I start making marks, look at what I have and respond to it with more marks. My current process involves putting down a thick impasto layer using Golden Heavy Gel Medium mixed with color and sometimes a little pumice to create texture. I often press objects into the wet gel to create different textural effects. Then I start working in layers, sometimes using opaque paint and sometimes glazing. Lately I’ve been sanding the surface to bring up colors from previous layers. I repeat the process until I’m happy with what I see. Sometimes I repeat the process until I’ve ruined the painting. There’s always a risk involved, I think a big part of creativity is not being afraid to try something, even though you know there’s a possibility that it’s going to be one step too far and you’re never going to be able to make it as good as it was before you took the leap.

That’s a little bit about what I’m doing right now, in the future I’ll be talking about individual pieces, problems and solutions, and what’s at the front of my mind in terms of my practice. More to come.