Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Good Music

My little Italian mother played the mandolin.
My little Italian grandmother had all her daughters play instruments.
Together they formed "The Arcidiacono Sisters", a trio with a 15 minute
radio show in White Plains, NY in the 1930's.

Mom could play all the traditional Italian songs on her mandolin. My
brother and I grew up thinking that " The Tarantella" was a nursery

She tried to teach us both to play. My brother (overachiever that he
is) learned quickly. I had absolutely no ear or interest. But I still
love the sound of a mandolin. Oh, the memories.

After my Mom passed I inherited the instrument we grew up with.
It hangs on my dining room wall. My granddaughters think it is a
cool guitar.

In reality, the world's coolest guitar shares space with the vintage mandolin.

In 1969 I began a life long love affair with James Taylor.
I walked into the bookstore at SUNY Oneonta and saw his album.
( Vinyl and record player ready..)
How could I not fall? He had the same name as my charming
Irish father and he was CUTE. Once I heard his music, I was done for.
I went to as many concerts as possible over the years.
He became the soundtrack of my life.

For my birthday The Overachiever gave me the most amazing present ever.

He was at a fundraiser with an autographed James Taylor guitar up for bid.
He was determined to get it for me and he did.
It took me weeks to actually take it out of the box. I felt like Julia Roberts in
"Pretty Woman" when Richard Gere gives her the jewelry.

I still can't believe I have a fancy guitar that James signed.

I love that he and my Mom are sharing
the same space. Good music is universal.

They both played the soundtracks of my life.

Thanks, Brian. I got the best brother. Ever.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Working B-I-G !

I feel like I've got it now! Painting on bigger surfaces is
not an insurmountable challenge.

The first big painting was a real struggle. Hated it -
 maybe not hate, but definitely not loving the finished work.
 I carted it to my local gallery. It was in the
gallery for less than a week when a couple came in and fell in love.
 I'd like to say they bought it and happily took it home.
 But really, they loved it, went home, measured for it and then
called the gallery and made a very lowball offer. It's not a garage
sale, folks..... So it's still in it's gallery home.

Determined to try it again, I got another panel out and
started a new one. This went so quickly and easily that
I am now a B-I-G painting convert. This is my latest -
titled "The Rescuer" in homage to all the good people
who take time to find homes for homeless animals.
She is 30 x 40 on a wrapped gallery canvas.

Here she is. I am happy with the finished work.
Whoa... something must be wrong. I'm never satisfied.
I'll wait and see if I'm still in love with her in the morning.