2013 is shaping up to be a crazed & somewhat rickety, but altogether exceptional year. It will see us once again ankle deep in the selling & buying of houses, executing a change of venue (so soon after getting to Dallas!), pulling off some freakily excellent art shows hither & yon, & a venturesome turn of the proverbial leaf in my studio. (Not to mention the achievement of a coupla feats of derring-do thrown in for good measure.)
Round about the middle of next month will mark the 2 year anniversary of our transfer, with Jimmy’s job, to Dallas. My wonder(ful) husband was pushing for a transfer to the Houston office when the Dallas opening came available. Now, two years in, he was approached by the powers that be at a seminar his office puts on once a year, & told that since they knew he wanted to go to Houston, they were giving us first refusal. There was an opening in Houston, & did we want it. We were down in my favorite city -& ancestral homeland, New Orleans- at the time. Jimmy came back to the hotel room (The Roosevelt, I highly recommend it!) & announced “We have to talk”.
It’s been a blur ever since that evening of our decision to accept. We have second guessed ourselves, plotted & schemed a plan of attack, been overwhelmed at the thought of it, embraced, gotten stirred up, animated, & resolved again & again.
Now, we just have a lot of organizing & packing to do. It’s one foot in front of the other. Oh, & getting the house ready to list. This home we bought in Las Colinas is stunning to say the least. We were completely smitten with it from the moment we first walked thru the front door into the light-saturated great room on one of it’s 7 airy & open levels. But, as with any house, there were problems. & then a couple more problems. & so on. We have bought a new air conditioner, water heater, ceramic fireplace logs, rocks for the creek in the front yard, paid large sums of money for (more) work on the foundation, then paid guys to fix the sheetrock cracks as a result of the work on the foundation, put up gutters, French Drains, painted, caulked, plumbed, tiled, lather, rinse, repeat. &, of course, built my studio from the ground up, which was a huge undertaking. We are very close to listing, but we both agree that this house will be so much the better for having known us, & it will be as close to perfect when we sell it as we can muster. I am sure there will be tears at the closing. But, he will get over it. (J/K, of course! I have fallen madly in love with every home I have ever inhabited for more than a visit- Jimmy? He’s movin’ on.)
So, Houston will be a whole lot closer to home, & our many many cherished loved ones. As for a studio, I have no preconceived ideas. I may have to rent a space outside the home, though it makes it harder to work in my pajamas, & pull all-nighters in the crazy-busy times. But, I think something perfect will be there waiting for us. I know we will miss Dallas, it has been fun to explore this great city. My brother, Mark, & his wife, Jonna live not too far from us now, with their two teenagers, Elizabeth & Miles, as well as my brother, Don’s, grown kids who live in Dallas, Mia & Bryan, Gabe & Yuri & the twins, Kaito & Sorato, & Lili & Casy, with Mila & Jude.. . no doubt we’ll miss getting to see them, that’s the sad part. But, I do not plan on staying away! I’ll be doing a couple of art shows a year up here, & will only be less than 4 hours away. Makes for a perfect road trip!
In the studio, I am delving more into the mixed media thing. I have BIG plans for moving parts, crazy mash-ups, maybe a teenie bit darker, edgier. Oh, I am now working in neoprene, so it’s adding a great element to the ceramics mainstay in my work. It feels a lot closer to my love of prop making -from my “other” job. Which has already been active this year, I art directed & did SFX for a big anti litter campaign for the state of MS. I have penciled in another out of state job happening sometime this month.
I fell down (trying to climb way up high in my 12′ tall closet to reach some boots). It was quite a spill that left me reeling & winded (fell on my upper back). Ended up in the e.r. with 1 or 2 (they said the rays were very hard to read) cracked ribs – this was on Christmas eve! All well now, except when I sneeze.
It’s a lot. But all good & all set in motion, like a Rube Goldberg extravaganza set on fire. When we do come up for air, we’ll be exploring a brand new city. Stay in touch!!!
HAPPY 2013 everyone!!!
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