Three Geese

 

Three Geese / Oil on black canvas / 5x7 / $68 including shipping! 

sold! 

(If you want this painting and the button doesn't work, you can email me or paypal me at carrieBjacobson@gmail.com, and I will mark this painting "sold"! Someone might have gotten there before you, or the PayPal button might just not be working.)

EVERY MORNING, the dogs greet me with delight and unabashed celebration, licking and kissing me, wagging, rolling around on the bed. Doing dog stuff. 

I realized this week, that that morning greeting includes sneezing! Every day, all four dogs sneeze at least once every morning. What a lovely way to start the day. Wish human waking involved a good daily sneeze. 

I TRIED TO EXPLAIN the time change to the dogs this week, and they did not understand. In fact, it made me realize that I truly don't understand why we still do this. 

DOC AND I started dog school last week. My hope is that Doc will learn that while he's on a leash, he shouldn't lunge, barking and snarling, at golf carts, trucks with trailers,  other dogs, or humans holding things in their hands. He seems to be making progress. 

One primary notion of dog school is that I must and can stop him from practicing the behaviors that I don't like. Mostly, this has to do with distracting him with food and positive feedback. I think this concept is entirely applicable to me and my own life, though maybe less with the food and more with the positive feedback. 

Doc, bringing me a toy one morning when I was sad.

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Coda

"Dogs do speak, but only to those who know how to listen." 

- Orhan Pamuk

Three Geese

Three Geese / Oil on black canvas / 4x12 / $88, including shipping

these geese are gone ! 

YES, YOU'VE SEEN THIS painting before! But it didn't sell, and I don't know why! It is a charming piece, better in real life than in this photo... so I am posting it again, in the hope that it will find its way to its new home. 

I've come to think that that is what happens with paintings - that there is an owner, a designated buyer, for each painting. Maybe it's one, or maybe it's one of a group of people. But it is rarely casual. Again and again, I've watched people fall in love with my paintings. It's great! And it is visible - sometimes even at a distance. Someone will be way down the street, and spot a painting on the wall of my booth, and that's it. They have lost their heart, and they will buy that painting, no matter how little wall space they have. 

So I repost some of the bird paintings that have not sold, hoping that the reposting will help find the painting's rightful owner. 

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Speaking of Shows

ALMOST ALL  MY SUMMER SHOWS are canceled. The one in Roanoke is still going on, I think, but I've chosen not to participate. I just can't imagine being in a 10-foot-by-10-foot tent with people, all wearing masks, all breathing (I hope), sweating, touching things - I can't do it. 

Some of the shows are hosting virtual, online shows, and the Central Pennsylvania Festival of the Arts is one of them. I'll be selling paintings online during the show, and shipping will be free. I'll also be doing an online workshop, like the ones I do on my Carrie Jacobson Artist Facebook page on Saturdays at 1 p.m. Eastern. (Click here to reach that page). 

The workshops I've hosted so far are all available on my Carrie Jacobson Workshop Videos Facebook page - (click here).

The workshops are free, and last about an hour. On the videos page, you can stop them, and take your time painting. The live ones just go! 

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For Today

Biological Reflection

A girl whose cheeks are covered with paint

Has an advantage with me over one whose ain't. 

- Ogden Nash

Three Geese

Three Geese / Oil on black canvas / 4x12 / $78 including shipping

THERE ARE PLACES IN MY HOUSE where the dog hair collects. It's probably a combination of the layout of the house, the air currents, the architectural and decorative elements, and where the dogs (and people) tend to hang out. 

In this house, there's an unexplained step up from the kitchen to the living room, and at the base of that step, the hair collects. It's right by the trash can, so every time I go to toss a paper towel in the trash, I bend down first and swipe the linoleum at the base of the step. And every time - Every Time! - whether it is one time a day or 20 times a day (back when paper towels were not a luxury), I collect a small pile of dog hair. 

I started thinking the other day that there are surely places in my life and in my mind where things collect, in much the same way. Bits of architecture and pieces of mental furniture where thoughts become entangled, where they stop developing. Where they stick and stick, again and again, and probably will forever. 

I think these are thoughts and ideas about people, and thoughts and ideas about plans - and even thoughts and ideas about problems. The thoughts hit the bottom of the step and just stay there, collecting dust, until I either swipe them up and toss them out, or just forget about them. 

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For Today

"Most folks are as happy as they make up their minds to be." 

- Abraham Lincoln