Finally a few picture peeks of the finished sculptures at the Devil Woman Saloon for you to see. I will be frank. Once we stuffed these buggers into their allotted corners, they simply “died” in the dark. The post-placement moment was seriously and painfully anti-climatic and a far cry from the expected “TA DA!!!”
Yes my client was there. Brenda seemed happy and excited but then she is a super nice person (that’s an understatement) and could very well have been just being kind. I grabbed her teeny tiny long haired teacup chiwawa Cami and bolted to the ranch warehouse in search of some lights. With Cami tucked in the crook of my arm, I loaded up with clamp lights and extension cords, crossed the ranch to the Saloon and attempted to “show” the sculptures with a bit of hard harsh light illumination.
Better. At least Brenda could get a bit of an idea but the sculptures were far from “finished” and not worth applauding. The delivery day was a confusing gamut of emotions. Honestly I felt as if I had crossed valleys, climbed peaks, thrashed my way through thick jungles, inhaled buckets of sawdust and sat my tuckered scratched and famished body down eagerly to a deliciously prepared full five course dinner at a table set with white linen and one of those silver shiny cover thingees over my plate lifted with a polished flair by a decked-out butler and there…. Before my ravenous eyes and centered on my fine china plate….lay… (drum roll please) …a little smelly dog poo.
Ok. The sculptures are a far cry from dog poo. They might even be GRAND without upstaging their surroundings as planned but first they must be lit properly. The excessive emotions could simply be chalked up to: a) being a passionate artist b) being an emotional girl c) hormones d) the culmination of expectation after a rather challenging journey. I am guessing all of the above played into an unsettled feeling that left me cranky (poor Paul) and far from satisfied. We sat down in the saloon and shared a few shots in “celebration” but that was a bit like planting a flag before reaching the summit: anti-climatic. The next day Paul and I scampered to the nearest city in search of lights. We scoured lighting shops, landscape warehouses, Lowe’s and Home Depot in the hopes we would not have to return to the Devil Woman Saloon empty-handed but the specialized lighting we need is not something places keep in stock. We had to order the lights. I spent another day putting the final parts and pieces together (whip, crystals, trident, etc.) We screwed a few little $8.00 desk lights on top of the sculptures so I wouldn’t have to leave Texas with them totally in the dark. I felt better and we snapped a few photos.
The “Devil Woman Saloon” sculptures have been tangled up in a long road of unexpected twists and turns. We launched the project nearly 18 months ago believing I could whip these buggers out in a few months time but I blew the deadline by one year(a first for me) But then last year was full of challenging “firsts” and unexpected painful endings. I have taken more-than-one deep breath, calmed down, accepted the lighting delay and returned to Montana. The “Devil Woman Sculptures” are in place. The proper lighting and professional photos will happen next month. Thank goodness Brenda has such a big heart and faith in me.
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COCK A DOODLE DOO!!! The roosters clucked a cheery loud hello this morning in the moonlight when I walked to the ranch office with a cup of tea and my computer. Yesterday they just clucked a bit and helped guide my way through the pre-dawn fog in the wet heavy darkness. I guess the chickens appreciate moonlight and moon shadows too since they up earlier and cheerier today. I love the moderate temperature, the dank earthy smells, and the clucking and carrying on. Right now a covey of ducks are swimming in a big puddle right outside the office door and from the sounds of it – they are having quite the gossip session!
Ranch sounds and smells put a grin on my face and a bit of a song in my heart – a different song than home, where everything around my cabin is wild. Nothing is cultivated (another song and reason to grin). I didn’t grow up on a ranch or a farm but as a young child I always felt a bit of romantic longing for the lifestyle.
I like being up before anyone else. Quiet time. Meditation time. Yoga and a cup of tea time. But I must admit having barnyard feathered friends clucking and quacking away hypes up the expectation of sunrise like musicians tuning their instruments builds the pre-performance energy. The silly little critters seem to be hell-bent on waking up a sleepy headed, blurry-eyed sun – just their clattery insistence oddly enough elicits a rather domesticated feeling of family.
So I settled in to sip tea and write when my phone rang. Paul had just woken up, turned on the TV (something we don’t have at my home) when he noticed a show called, “Woodsculpting.” He thought it might be of interest to me so while he waited for his coffee he settled in to watch the show and there I was! The show was about me - a whole show – at 6 a.m. in Texas. So I crossed the ranch yard again, roosters crowing, ducks quacking, Hobo the German Sheppard barking and a cup of tea in my hand to watch the show. Filmed years ago for DIY – I have never actually watched the episode on TV – let alone a gigantic BIG plasma screen TV in a saloon where I had just installed a few big sculptures.
Oh yeah! THAT!!! The sculpture installation…!! Yesterday was a big day. Heavy mesquite logs-turned-into-sculptures were unloaded outside and set up inside the Devil Woman Saloon. We used a John Deer tractor and broke a Genie Lift but luckily no injuries to people or the art occurred. You’ll have to wait for the final pictures since today I will be putting the finishing touches on the sculptures (trident, Swarovski crystals, whip and lights):
Three days of working in an air conditioned studio on a BIG beautiful ranch in Texas sandwiched between two days of travel last week. Travel days would be fun if it weren’t for the fact that I am easily prone to motion sickness. “Easily prone” means that I can get sick on a swing set. No exaggeration. But the recent commission is complete. I returned to my Montana studio yesterday and took a nap since I was too tuckered from my flight home to take after the big mesquite scultpures with power tools.
Before the Texas trip, Patron Members got to see a preview of seven NEW artworks. “Jubilee” found a home right away and two other artworks were snatched up by my collectors. Thus, four new artworks have been posted on my site today. If you can identify just one of them as brand new then post a comment with your guess and if you are right, I will let you pick a limited edition print for free.
Back in the studio making a mess with power tools and chisels has me feeling more like myself than I have felt in a good long while. I can hardly stand to take a day off since “work” entices. My paws are sore (out of shape) but it is SUCH a good feeling!!!
I guess the sawdust will get to settle a bit since early in the morning I have a plane to catch. Texas is my destination. My "studio" for the next few days will be in the warehouse next to the chicken yard at Chaco Ranch. I have a commission to complete.
Listening to the roosters’ crow, the hens cackle and the ducks quack - all that "carrying on" is my favorite part of working at the “studio” on the Texas ranch (well…that AND the air conditioning!)
Misty morning in Texas on the Charco Ranch - I’ve a bit of a headache (the margaritas last night or simply dehydration from the intense humidity?) Hobo spent the night with me in the cushy air conditioned guest room which is part of the “Devil Woman Saloon.” He has flees, scars, and a limp but is the sweetest German Shepard I’ve ever met. Roosters are crowing and chickens are cackling while the ducks swim in kiddie pools outside the office here. I haven’t much time to write since the special paint I ordered is due to arrive from San Antonio on the bus in a few minutes and I’ve work to do on an old buggy bought from the Amish a few days ago. Texas is HOT. Humid. I’m melting but inspired by the early morning mist, the late night frogs, the heartfelt hospitality and a new project.