Friday, September 28, 2007

Maine Dream Scape XII Abstract Painting

Acadia Cliffs
16"x20"x1" oil on gallery wrapped stretched canvas.

Stranded here since my neighbor got home from her business trip and picked up her car. The garage hasn't called, so they haven't even looked at my car yet. Somehow, during this what seems to be chronic financial crisis, I am managing to stay focused enough to continue to work. Hoping my supplies hold out!

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Maine Abstract Landscape Painting

Saturday Cove Beach
Oil on gallery wrapped stretched canvas.

Still some decent folk left...

Yesterday, while doing errands in town, the brakes went on my 17 year old car. I managed to somehow drive it 3 miles with no brakes to the garage where it hopefully can be fixed. I had my dog in the car with me. That garage being a small operation that doesn't usually give rides to people, but with my torn up leg and because I had my dog with me, they were nice enough to give me and my dog a ride home 9 miles away from their location in town. So there are still some decent people in the world afterall.

This morning I woke up and found a car parked in my driveway by a neighbor who will be out of state at a business meeting for the next few days! Seems there are still some awesome people in the world, as well.

Monday, September 24, 2007

Some days are better than others!

Heating my house these past 25 years with wood, I am thoroughly familiar with the safe use of a chainsaw. But accidents do happen. I've been harvesting my own trees to heat my home and studio since my forced resignation from teaching 5 years ago for not belonging to the "right" party or going to the "right" church. While working in the woods yesterday, I had my first what could have been really serious accident with my chainsaw. Damn thing jumped out of the tree and into my thigh! Fun walking through the woods with blood running down the inside of my leg. Just shit lucky I have a little fat for protection, and I didn't cut my leg off. Would have been coyote bait for sure. Sometimes this being older, and poor is no fun at all.

Once up at the house I peeled off my pants and examined the damage. I knew I could probably use a few stitches, but with no insurance, and no money, and the nearest free clinic about 2 hours north of here near the university in Orono (like they need free services!), getting stitches was out of the question. Years ago I tried going to the ER at our local hospital for services, and it turned out to be an exercise in humiliation and frustration as they made me sit naked for hours behind a screen where I could watch the staff sit with their feet up, sipping drinks, eating a sandwich, chatting together and otherwise ignoring me. Hours later when someone came in, he didn't even look at me, just wrote out a prescription for antibiotics and left without a word. He treated me as if I had just crawled out from under a bridge somewhere.

Knowing that, and this being the age of "Compassionate Conservatism", I knew going to the hospital was a waste of time. In fact, me having no money, they might even have let me bleed to death, so I just scrubbed out the wound and bandaged it. Today the bleeding has stopped for the most part, and it doesn't hurt. I lost one of the few pairs of sweatpants that I have that fit, but I'm ok. I can walk ok, and still need to get some wood in so I don't freeze to death this coming winter. I'd hire someone or just buy it cut, split, and delivered, like I use to do before my "social rehabilitation intervention", but in my resultant acceptable conformation, that's not possible.

Not that anyone cares, of course, just outcome report.

Sunday, September 23, 2007

New England Fall Colors

Two New Oil Paintings
by Laura Tasheiko, Maine Artist
With a chill in the air lately, the trees outside my studio are turning the colors of this new Fall Season. Here are two new paintings influenced by the beauty of Nature that surrounds me.

Fall River #24 Sold
Contact me with interest.