Attention Fellow Bloggers!

I actually won a free consultation with Jon Morrow of Copyblogger. It's the 4th post on the linked page as I type. But do read all of 'em. He's very good.

So good you'll want to read them.

Thank you, Jon!

Been implementing his suggestions, much of which turned out to be more about my enewsletter than blogs.

Wonder what he'd say if he knew my most widely read and commented on post (including Twitter and Facebook) was about my lost (and found) purse.

Suwannee River Paintings - Update

Long-time readers may remember these two large intimate landscapes teeming with backlit Spanish moss in progress. ils sont accomplis and on exhibit at Comma Gallery, Orlando, Florida.

Update - The two Suwanee River paintings only are back in the studio. Let's set up a studio visit so you can see them in person in Ocala, Florida.

The two are keeping Twenty-five MPH from the previous post company along with three more newly uploaded intimate landscapes. Inquiries on the smaller paintings by email to commagallery@gmail.com

You can read the specs at http:nancymoskovitz.com.

Rick braved torrential downpours and unexpectedly heavy traffic to help deliver 6 paintings today. He got to meet Karen and Kim at Comma. We laughed, looked at art, talked about that and this. Anyone would feel right at home here.

Then sweeet/salty lettuce wraps and yummy Singapore noodles at PF Changs at Millenia Mall. No sign of a recession in that parking lot. . ...

Worry Not

Just in cast you've been up pacing and worrying about me..

1. My Palm is now password protected.
2. I made some painting decisions.

Have you ever entered the studio with one plan, and found yourself doing something else? I worked on the sunset diptych.

It's 3 tweaks from done.

Robbed?

I'm half-way home from Publix. The William Tell Overture, without the all important words, is booming from the radio. Singing in my head, I caught sight of the bare naked passenger seat. My purse should have been on it. It wasn't.

Gasp! ##*&%#!

First chance, I pull over to rummage through the grocery-filled trunk. Not there.

Flip a youeeee (sp?). Hyperventilate at a long light.

Ok. Don't panic. What's in there?

Phone. A nuisance + $. Should have paid for cyber storage. Can disarm it asap.

Palm Z22. Low tech. Info on laptop. But, countless hours contacting contacts whose accounts are open to who knows what.

I-Touch. Now that hurts. $$$ Info retrievable by me and password protected from the bad guy.

Credit cards will be canceled within the hour.

Insurance cards. Another nuisance.

Water bottle.

Cash. Have at my spare change. Least of my worries.

O what a horrible weekend ahead.

Narrowed the scene to the parking lot. Could someone have swiped it from my cart? Who was close enough? I didn't see or hear anybody.

Of course not. My brain was on autopilot.

Fixated on my Nevada County Wine Guild certified organic, no added sulphites, Vintage 2007 California Red Wine, labeled Vegan Friendly.

Because NPR convinced me my usual beverage was processed chemically to turn out in quantity, consistently, and on time. That's why.

I pull into my old parking spot nearly bumping into 3 empty shopping carts, none of which was exactly how I left mine.

The cashier sent me to customer service.

"Did anyone happen to turn in a purse?" I sheepishy ask.

"Yes," the loveliest service representative on the planet answers.

And she handed me the only purse on the shelf.

A nearby customer comments. "There are still good people."

Yes, there are. Happy weekend, everyone.

What to Paint by 3 Great Minds

Quoting Genn quoting Berenson with a link to be sure to give proper credit.

Sometimes I post what I want to keep track of . Witness "figure sales tax backwards" which, it turns out, is a popular search phrase for this blog.

Back to point. Robert Genn who writes to me twice weekly and will to you to if you like... hit home for me today. Here's a quote.

When I was younger and much more idealistic, I used to worry I was not serious enough. In my studies, I eventually got around to the critic Bernard Berenson and was relieved by his idea that art ought to be life-enhancing and not life-deprecating. I figured it was okay to please, both myself and others. Anger and angst were just fine for anyone else.

Exactly! says I.

Barred Owl: Friend or Foe

An owl hunted from my front gate for a fortnight before heading to new hunting grounds. I've been jonesing to paint it ever since. We're talking years.

Since I can only find my paper photo, above is a Wikipedia image. Hopefully legal.

Key finding: In U.S., an owl connotes wisdom. Elsewhere, 'tis an omen of death and disaster.

A barred owl is cuter than most. Proof above. Still, it has given me pause.

Would you paint it?

It's for a gallery show which may or may not happen.

I'll figure it out. All part of the process. Maybe switch to pastel for a while. Geeze. Loose ends and I'm not even trying to reinvent myself.