Wednesday, December 31

Somehow this shot seemed appropriate for the last day of 2003. Henry has a faint air of the Martyrdom of Saint Sebastian about him, as he attempts to navigate through the elaborate string web woven (for another reason) by his brothers. Farewell to 2003 and a Happy New Year to us all!

Tuesday, December 30

Although Hugh is seven, today was his first visit to the Barber. His father has quite the amateur talent for haircutting. But I finally could take the thatched roof look no more, and bribed Hugh to accompany me to the local barbershop. The two barbers were really funny and nice and one even played the accordian for us. The whole trip so successful that now Peter is begging to go too. But now, perversely, I kind of miss my little haystack-head boy!

Monday, December 29

And yet more life. An old college friend Ned Batchelder just found my blog and e-mailed me enthusiastically. His own blog is great! Ned is the parent of three young children, and one of his boys has autism too. He was happy to see all the Real Life with Autism stuff, and also mentioned his particular interest in the few more specifically artmaking posts. I started thinking about it and realized that I make almost no distinction between the artmaking part of my life and any other. They all flow into and through each other. Sort of like this still life with onions, a pretzel and a baby toy (chime bird): all objects strewn about my house which sort of drifted together for a "group portrait".

Sunday, December 28

Nothing gives Henry such a complete sensory "hit" as does water. It is like a sensory envelope of touch, sight, sound, smell and (unfortunately) taste (he drinks all kinds: bath, sea and pool and cannot be stopped). We were visiting Paul's father this weekend and Henry became extremely distressed: new situation, lots of people and kids and strange confusing rules etc. So we looked up the local community center and went to the pool. Instant bliss.

Friday, December 26

This is one of Henry's newest sensory discoveries. He sits down in front of this particular bank of drawers, yanks them all out then slams them all back in. Crash! Crash! Crash! Crash!...."Henry! Stop!" The drawers have already started breaking, but at least we can hear what he is up to.

Thursday, December 25

Well, I guess this says it all. Happy Holidays everyone!

Wednesday, December 24

This year I decided that I could not face my usual holiday baking marathon. I normally look forward to it with great enthusiasm, but this year it just seemed like an intolerable burden. So I threw away my rolling pin and told the kids "Sorry". They were surprisingly OK with the no-bake plan, and we all agreed that Santa could have an apple this year instead of the usual plate of cookies. As Hugh said, "He's pretty fat anyway!" However, several wonderful neighbors must have sensed the cookie-less state of our house and came bearing plates of home-baked confections. This is Nina, our neighbor across the street who came over with gifts of fruit, wine and cookies. We do have a star in the window...

Saturday, December 20

Well, at least she pays up.

The remains of a mid-morning snack. All clues suggest that the perpetrators are three young boys, under the age of ten.

Henry has certainly expanded our definition of the term "mouth feel". Who needs fat? Henry has pioneered the use of hacky sack balls for that satisfying sensation. Low-fat and high-fiber, too!

Wednesday, December 17

I have seen the maniac in the house and it is me! Actually, I asked Peter (age 9) what he was thinking when he drew this and he said he wasn't thinking about anything, he was just enjoying the way the liquid ink pen flowed into the paper. Time to enroll him in the local chapter of FAA (Future Artists of America).

Monday, December 15

I always associate this time of year with lady apples. It is such a fleeting season, just before the holidays. I like to paint them and then eat them. Kind of cannibalistic.

Saturday, December 13

After a day largely spent amusing or managing the amusements of all three boys, I selfishly retired to the kitchen to amuse myself by starting dinner. Henry went up to his room. There were some unusual noises, but then, that is not unusual in this house. After just a few minutes, though, I stopped chopping parsley and went to check. Wow. I've omitted the scene on the left side of the room: unclothed Henry standing on the radiator, pressed up against the cold glass of the window, a sea of string-a-beads and game pieces at his feet. To add that extra layer of surreality he is smearing a mouthful of chewed-up oats (uncooked oats are one of his favorite snacks) all over the window glass. Is it Autism or is it Performance Art?

Thursday, December 11

I've been dipping into Vasari's Lives of the Artists as my bedtime reading. Came across this info nugget while reading about Piero Di Cosimo:
"Piero was indeed so earnestly devoted to his vocation that he forgot himself and his convenience. He allowed himself, for instance, no other food but hard boiled eggs...Nor did he cook them six or eight at a time but by fifties. He kept them in a basket and ate them when he felt hungry. This mode of existence suited him perfectly: any other seemed to him the merest slavery." Sure sounds good to me. And they are so convenient for those lunch boxes!

Tuesday, December 9

This is a painting of the Twins, and I can't decide if it is done or not. I showed it in my last exhibition, at Artists House Gallery, but then when I got it back I cut it down several inches and re-worked it a bit. It is much improved, and was accepted into a local group show like this. But the piece still feels "open" to me. Open isn't necessarily a bad state. But I guess I am secretly wishing I could channel Velasquez to finish it for me!

Hugh in a pensive mood after lunch.

Monday, December 8

A happy morning, playing with balloons and static electricity.

Saturday, December 6

This what the world really looks like today. Way more snow than expected: where is the rain they predicted? I guess these are "les neiges d'antan" we will look back on so fondly someday.

Friday, December 5

Finished this painting recently, obviously from last spring. First big snow today.

Thursday, December 4

Here is a group of my artist friends having breakfast together. Far left are Giovanni Casadei and Frances Galante, whom I've known since art school! The group meets once a month in Reading Terminal Market, although my attendance is spotty due to childcare. It is amazing how often there is a school in-service day, a field trip or a childhood illness on that one morning of the month.

Tuesday, December 2

This is the sight that faces me each night: the gaping lunchboxes of the three boys, empty and waiting. I feel a little like a mother bird, as I fill each one up bit by bit. They all have different food preferences, so its a fairly complex process. I realized this when I was going to be away and my husband asked me to write out a list of lunch prep directions for him: I practically got writer's cramp.