Original paintings for sale, Prints (numbered and signed, limited editions) for sale of all her major bodies of work. After a month long hiatus from my computer, it returned to me fixed and had a surprise for me. About a month ago Covid stuff was really starting to look like a permanent impediment to having an art show at the Exchange Gallery in Bloomsburg PA. Oren Holbok, the Exchanges wonderful
gallery manager, and myself had started to spin possibilties for if/when things shut down again. I had worked so long at the idea behind this show the thoughts that it would not happen had never occured to me. But since half the show was about the Pandemic it didn't surprise me that the little beastie might just shut down the whole thing. That night I read the NY times newsletter that they publish and at the end there is always the question "What are you doing in response to the Pandemic? How are you coping? write to us and we may publish your story". Well that night I did sit down and it was like a diary. Whine, whine, whine about poor me and my plight. A short but to the point that all of us are feeling and having to face. We've had enuf of the virtual life. And then as if fate wanted to have the final word . . .after I pushed the send button I went to work on producing a self published album for the show and my computer crashed. And then an old and good friend died. And then I had an emergency appendectomy. And then it began raining for what seemed like months and a phone call to my daughter alerted me to the fact that my letter had been published in NYTImes. weeks after pushing the send button. But still I had no computer. Until today.!!! I was totally unprepared for how the day unfolded. On my FASO website email, which i finally got to after the household chores of bank accounts, cancellation notices, etc. I looked at a large spike in my website visits and wondered what had happened to generate such an enormous response. Friends, I can only say that from all over the country and Canada came support by the dozens. Good people everywhere who had read the 5 line story in the NYT about my concerns over a show that I had hoped to have but was watching Covid numbers grow and feeling dismayed. Everyone of them had gone to my website to look at my art, read my newsletters and taken the precious time from their lives to spend a couple minutes with me. Encouraging, commenting, sharing, and just in general being so kind and supportive I was moved to tears. I don't know how I will ever get to answering all of them but I will do it. It was such an outpouring that I don't think I will ever complain again about anything. Just in honor of their generosity and willingness to offer their kindness to a complete stranger. From all over the united states and Canada. And in the hopes that some of them may find their way to my page they will read this and know how beautiful a thing it was this that they did and how much it meant to this old crazy artist in her studio in the middle of nowhere in Central PA to have felt the warmth of their concern and generosity.
