After a wee little break from regular gallery showing, I’ve once again joined the Tumbleweed Gallery artists collective. We are a group of 8 diverse painters who show our work at 452 Main Street in Penticton, Tuesdays-Saturdays. Yay! My first opening back with the flock is this Thursday, Nov. 24, 5-8pm. This show includes a few of my favourite pieces from my 40 Days project, which I’ve framed up real nice. (With my new framing equipment! My new miter chopper is my new favourite belonging!! Despite the fact that I will surely one day lose a finger to it.) If you’ve read this blog lately, you’ve likely seen all of my work that will be available… except for one new little never-before-seen feather painting.
Across the street, on the same night, is an opening at Saint Germain Gallery & Café of a group exhibition called PSTCRD. This delightful show features postcard sized paintings and drawings by 13 local artists which will be auctioned off over the course of a week (November 24 – December 1). Opening bid on all artworks is $10!! Here’s what nonsense you’ll see there by me:
Can you see ’em?? There at the bottom right? Frolicking in the surf. There they are. Now before you’re all “Hey, Jan, the ocean is NO place for chicks!”, I KNOW! In fact, word has it that there were initially seven of them and four of them were swept out to sea just before this image was taken. Tragic, really. I had always told them, “NO GOING TO THE SEA”, but as you can see baby chickens are a real bunch of rascals. What can you do?
Baby Darth was super into his beach adventure. Sand fleas are his favourite. Mmmm, juicy!
Baby Moonlight, on the other hand, found the heat insufferable. Let’s face it, beach life is not for every chicken.
Bibeep, of course, loved the beach! He’s a duck! He swam and played all day and into the evening, until he finally collapsed on a dune, plum tuckered out. Unfortunately, by this time the others had either drowned or gone home, too hot and full of fleas, and when Bibeep awoke he was alone. Cloud had rolled in, obscuring the moon. It was too dark to find his way home, so he decided to just live there forever. If you go to the beach you can still see him there, playing in the surf and begging for popcorn from tourists. If you do see him, please say “Hi” to Bibeep from me! Well, actually say “Allô”, as he only speaks French and Duck.
Please join me on Thursday evening at both gallery locations (452 and 449 Main St, Penticton) for some delicious food and wine and DOUBLE HELPINGS of good wholesome art. As Bibeep would say…à bientot!
Words and pictures by me, Jan Little.