Visited Yale today to see Continuous Present. Aesthetic diversity, sure, but a show with such a loose curatorial premise ( “The artists share a keen interest in time and sensory perception…their work reveals the capacity for art to profoundly reposition our physical and intellectual engagement with the world around us as they invite us to experience the ‘continuous present’”) could have included a few more women. I try to be an optimistic, glass-half-full type of gal, but WTF. Of eleven artists, only two are girls.

I no longer worry about finishing paintings. I just keep working on them. Here’s a detail from one of three. Each is 30x40”

Heritage turkeys are sold out, but free range regulars are still available for 3.59 per pound.

Corn silk turned dry and crusty.

Unharvested corn hangs on all the stalks.

I’m lost in a corn maze. Where are those kids?

Now that the Promotion Project is FINALLY done, I’m working on some small studies in the attic. Here’s an underpainting.

The store that sells Thomas Kinkade paintings is closing after 24 years in business.

Oh yeah, death. I forgot.

This is how I find out what’s happening in town—the banner on Main Street. This Sunday is the Tarzan Brown road race.