I huge wind stirred itself up in Calgary last evening. Max and I blew around Frank’s Flats. The great birds hung on the air. The airplanes, landing at YYC, pushed north into dark grey clouds. I imagined the turbulence. The female osprey, the past two days, has been sitting consistently on the nest. The male gripped a large black garbage bag in his powerful talons…landed next to her with finesse…I kept on going. No dilly dallying! Zach Lowe was hosting at the Rumble House and it was apt to be a celebration!
And it was! A big crowd collected and the artists vroom vroomed from the starting block. A great night of painting. Jen and I had a piece of turf over by the musicians. Last night, The Hillties. Fabulous and inspiring music!
I painted a little glamour lady piece and it was picked up at auction by one of the band…very nice. I also purchased a piece by Nick Rooney at auction. It was a great night. Lately, the painting at Rumble has been more about the automatic experience of laying paint down and less about huge reflective considerations. I liked hearing Rich share the story at the end of the night about Alexander Eliot. I liked that Andy brought me some cold water to drink. I liked meeting Zach’s Mom. It was a beautiful ride, driving Enriquito home. I was blessed at Rumble again. And a cold blustery night turned warm.