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No one else likes grasses?
Dec. 16th, 2011 11:58 amSo I've been looking for MONTHS for a photo or print (or a painting, if I can find someone on the front end of their career) of interesting grasses. Dune grasses, Texas grasses (there are hundreds) Kansas prairie grasses, bamboo, for heaven's sake -- I wanted a gift for a friend who did me a tremendous favor this year. But at this rate, I will have to fall back on a gift certificate for Fogo de Chao.
I found a couple of nice National Graphic prints, but they are produced in the hundreds. This person has a collection of original and limited art, for the most part. The large photos of a work he liked are gone, the family of the deceased artist no longer producing his photo/lithos.
Very discouraged. If I could box my time, it would be the sice of a Geo by now. I should have tried painting one myself. Sheesh.
And Merlyn is Helping me cook. At least when he ran into the stand mixer whisk with sugar, butter and eggs on it, he stood still to let me clean him up. Now guess who is in the doghouse? Me. This was my fault, obviously, for doing something on HIS counter.
Merlyn says mutter-mutter-mutter...
UPDATE: Thanks to Lillian Butler, I found Jamie Rood, who turns out to be a regional artist. His lone beach grass against sand was just what I was looking for, and the recipient loves it!
There was a frame sale at Jerry's Artarama, and I got a professional gallery print frame at a lovely price, plus some museum glass for it. Rah, Jerry's Austin!
I found a couple of nice National Graphic prints, but they are produced in the hundreds. This person has a collection of original and limited art, for the most part. The large photos of a work he liked are gone, the family of the deceased artist no longer producing his photo/lithos.
Very discouraged. If I could box my time, it would be the sice of a Geo by now. I should have tried painting one myself. Sheesh.
And Merlyn is Helping me cook. At least when he ran into the stand mixer whisk with sugar, butter and eggs on it, he stood still to let me clean him up. Now guess who is in the doghouse? Me. This was my fault, obviously, for doing something on HIS counter.
Merlyn says mutter-mutter-mutter...
UPDATE: Thanks to Lillian Butler, I found Jamie Rood, who turns out to be a regional artist. His lone beach grass against sand was just what I was looking for, and the recipient loves it!
There was a frame sale at Jerry's Artarama, and I got a professional gallery print frame at a lovely price, plus some museum glass for it. Rah, Jerry's Austin!
