Houston is heating up for the summer. It happens fast, like someone opening the glory hole at a glass blower's. One day it's a balmy 72 degrees and the next: 95 and sucking the air out of you. Then we all say: Why do we live here??? I think the answer is habit. We all visit places where the weather is fine, but then we come home and rationalize. I count it on my fingers:
October through May....IF we are lucky....that is eight months of good weather, right? No snow, no ice. Well once in a while. And if I'm honest it's usually November through the first half of May for good weather. And once in a while, Christmas is scorching. And no place is perfect. We do have the occasional hurricane.
But we stay and we come back because of family and friends and habit. This is where we dug in and got comfortable. There is no place like home. There is no place like home. There is no place like home.
Peace and coolness.
The web pages of some very good artists.
- roger lee's sculpture
- professor art, reflections on life and the creative process
- mark adams
- somethings i think about- annell livingstone
- harry stooshinoff
- banner mountain textiles
- katherine treffinger
- cecilia levy
- andy feehan
- mallory arts
- andre fromont
- richard russell
- susan rudat
- michael rohde
- HJ bott
- made in mississippi
- lydia bodnar balahutrak
- tim glover
- kelly moran
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Paintings all off to the gallery. The studio echos. Well, sort of. Actually, there is a LOT of stuff in there. It is good to be producti...
Well. Lots has transpired since I last posted. My mother died and thus endeth my monthly trips to California to look after her. She was 9...
I need to write again. This time about something that really matters. My mother is 2000 miles away, 90 in Feb, living alone, doing very we...
Sunday morning. Mother's day. Everyone sweet. J had a little pile of something on the counter for me where I would find it. My walle...
Just saw Olivia Newton John on the bbc Graham Norton show. I have to spout. He is so funny, do love him. But. Much comment on how great...
We have been lucky with rain this summer....the trees live! No taking it for granted though. Only have to look northward to see drought a...
I go see the eye doc this morning. I don't want to go. The eyes are not what they used to be, baby. Some five years ago I had an attac...
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- Gail Siptak
- I am living and painting in the little town of Houston. A far way from my San Francisco beginnings. I paint what I see of the human condition, be it human, animal or object. The glimmer of humor, pathos, and spirit in so much of what I see is the basis of what I paint.
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