I spent the fall and winter working on paintings for this exhibition. That work kept me busy and very engaged; but in many ways was easier than the work required now for the exhibition, specifically the work that I have come to call:
As I live the life of a painter, it can sometimes feel like I am planning the landing at Normandy. The past few weeks have been one of those times. Since essentially all of the painting I did for the Hammertown show in the fall and winter was done in a New York City studio, I needed to transport lots of work over the 100 miles that separate the city from Rhinebeck. Given that we typically rely on the train and do not take our car into the city (the car sits at the Dover Plains train station) and given the large number of paintings, the transport took lots of planning and lots of schlepping. Every time I made the trip from the city north, I had to be sure to take two or three paintings with me, as many as I could carry and get through the subway turnstiles and up and down the stairs. My dear husband was also willing to help in the effort, even though that meant he was carrying paintings to his theatre and then to the train station. And a wonderful friend who lives in Rhinebeck, when she spotted me with many too many oversize plastic bags from New York Central and SOHO Art Supply, put them in her car and drove them up here. Thankfully, my small army is a loyal one.