The Other Blog

The other blog is called Just Painting. I don't know how to link it but the address is marysheehanwinn.blogspot.com. Here's the painting I posted today.

Double Blogging

I launched a new blog named Just Painting. This blog is to sort of explore the paintings. I'm finally going to break out of my comfort zone and teach. This will open up a lot of new doors for me marketingwise and it's what you gotta do. Artists who have even a modest amount of financial success, are well organized and focused on showing their work. I'm also learning from my friend's experience, that having non stop pressure to show in a bunch of galleries, definitely makes the work begin to have a churned out feeling. I can't say the paintings aren't nice, although some of them just don't move me as much. Once you're successful, supposedly everything you do is worthy. But I disagree. Sometimes painters get so caught up in the 'glory' moment that they begin to think that every canvas they produce has some monetary value. I don't think all paintings are equally valued according to size. Sometimes a painting is just a level or so above another painting of the same size and prefer to put a higher price on select paintings that I'd rather enjoy myself than give away. That's the way it is. As One painter friend said, "it's not like we're knitting sweaters, same size, different pattern." I heartily agree. Here's a painting that I did of a shed in Nova Scotia.

One Long Skinny Column

Ok, my blog is now one long skinny column. The bio and the archives are still there, but way down the bottom. The new word for this blog is scroll ; ) Here's the full moon rising over Brant Rock which get's it's due today in the Boston Globe, for being the site of the first radio (for entertainment) broadcast from Blackman's Point Trailer Park (it wasn't a trailer park then) to a sister station in Scotland, by a guy named Reginald A. Fessenden. There's a marker in the trailer park commemorating that 1906 broadcast. Brant Rock, so named for the Brants which are sea ducks and the rocks upon which they sat is a small village at the very end of Rte 139 in Marshfield. My first apartment was there next to the trailer park. Now Marshfield is a tony town with high real estate prices and Brant Rock has it's own little white oval outlined in black to let people know you're from there. What a difference 30 years makes .

Messing up The Blog Format

Whatever I did to FINALLY add the link to my painting site, messed up the format. During all the hassle of working with the HTML template, I moved something that I would never recognize, by the way, and now my links show up between posts. Archives seem gone. Is it time to do what a woman I once knew did when her checking account was in disarray? She'd close it and open a new one. No reason I can't add a picture though. This is a view of my studio windows.