What a fun weekend I had!
My cousin Frank Panno and his wife Joan came down from New York Saturday, and we had so much fun and such a short visit that I didn’t even think to take pictures. They are two delightful people with sunshine faces, and I wish I could see them more often. I have such happy memories of playing with Frank when we were kids.
Sunday night the Moss Pelicans Chapter of the P. Buckley Moss Society held its January meeting at my house. One of the things we talked about is an opportunity coming up in September to participate in the Cortona Experience Group, sponsored by the University of Georgia’s Cortona Italy Alumni Organization (CIAO). The ten-day painting (all media) and/or photography workshop is for all levels, and participants will also enjoy great cuisine, wine, demos, and day trips, as well as opportunities to interact with the University of Georgia’s Studies Abroad students, faculty, and the Cortonese. Several of us would love to go!
The Moss Pelicans Chapter of the P. Buckley Moss Society held its January meeting at my house Sunday night.
Members of the Palm Harbor New-Comers’ Club came for a tour, luncheon, and talk on Monday. It was nice to see so many of them again—I had previously given a talk to them around a year ago at the Eastlake Woodlands Country Club, and this time 57 of them came to see me (another twenty-plus are on a waiting list due to space limits)! One of my favorite local restaurants, Moon Under Water, catered our lunch, and afterward I did a talk in my living room. I had one of the teachers in the group read one of my favorite quotes by author Pearl S. Buck, which I feel describes me perfectly:
“The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him...a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create—so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating.”
― Pearl S. Buck
Members of the Palm Harbor New-Comers’ Club outside the Finn Gallery.
Members of the Palm Harbor New-Comers’ Club gathered in my living room for our talk.
With my need to create, as described by Pearl S. Buck, I’ve found the time to work on several paintings. One of them is the 2012 Adult Society Members-Only Print for new and renewing members. It features McConnell’s Mill in Lawrence County, Pennsylvania. The 2012 Junior Members-Only Print will depict a little boy pulling a little girl in a red wagon, but I’m not ready to show you that one yet. Another piece I’ve been working on is a tribute to three St. Petersburg, Florida, police officers who lost their lives in the line of duty in 2011. A portion of the proceeds will benefit the families of the fallen officers, and it will be released during my show with the Finn Gallery, March 9-11.
The Adult Society Members-Only Print for 2012 features McConnell’s Mill in Lawrence County, PA.
This work-in-progress is a tribute to three fallen St. Petersburg, FL, police officers and will be released during my show with Finn Gallery, March 9-11. A portion of the proceeds will benefit the officers’ families. For more information, please contact the gallery at 727-894-2899.
’Til next week…