Just when I thought living in a sea side town was firmly in my past and not in my future, here I am again. Maybe it took being gone to appreciate the parts of it that had stopped being interesting to me. Living in the dry hills of a desert was a billion times more interesting and fun than I ever thought it would be----to live a traffic-free California life is something to consider, and by California-life I refer to good roads and grocery stores that carry everything-----but the intense summer heat, even though somehow it didn't bother me much, still went on for such a long period that it became a bit grim. Temperatures over 100 that persist more than 100 straight days have a way of wearing you down. And the winter weather was bone chilling in a way I hadn't anticipated, something about the lack of moisture in the air I guess. Friends from Canada and England who came to visit in the winter time were freezing the whole time and looked on the frigid temperature as a betrayal of sorts, a mirage. Deserts are supposed to be warm. That's what they had aimed for when they planned their trip. The Canadians said, "I'm freezing!!" The visitors from England said, "I'm frightfully cold."
Also I'm in a different art gallery than when I lived here before, so that's a new change. I'm looking forward to it all. It's nice. Change is good. Also the fish market is close by again so I can keep painting fish. I can go in with the Asian women and pick and choose and smell and touch, than grab what I want with a fishy hand and shove it in a bag and plop down at the cash register. In the desert that was the one thing you couldn't get----a fresh, slippery, floppy fish. I have so many ideas I want to work on !!!!!
This one is 18"24", they were little shashimo, a type of sardine like fish that has a quantity of roe inside and they are fried up quickly and eaten. As fish they are beauitful to look at and have a pronounced round eye and angled mouth, like tiny barracuda.