work, work, work...

good morning everybody- it's friday! yay! and the thing that's greatest about fridays is that i know i'll be able to sleep in a bit tomorrow morning.

i made it to bed much later than i usually do last night due to the First Thursday openings in the city. i took my neighbor julie with me (she's never been) and it was the last First Thursday celebration that one of the two venues my gallery occupies is participating in. the doors will close at the 556 Sutter Street space at the end of the month. :( the economy has hit the art-world hard and so, rolling with the hit, we are consolidating in to one gallery space. it is sad, sad, sad but we are so much better off than a lot of other SF galleries. we are very, very lucky. better to beat it to the punch and close one set of doors than risk closing both.

but i still got up on time this morning and will spend my day painting. LOOKING at art always puts me in the mood to MAKE art. it's always been a top priority to do what i can to ensure that the work i give my gallery is the best i can do. it's become even more important to offer my best to the art-loving public in light of what has come to pass during the last year. and it doesn't hurt that i've been on quite the painting kick lately anyway.

so on that note and without further ado, here's your poem for today- work with eager discipline and pleasure today, guys: it's your last opportunity before the languid pull of the weekend.


Afternoon on a Hill


I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one!

I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow the grass,
And the grass rise.

And when lights begin to show
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down!


- edna st. vincent millay