The dust is beginning to settle around me. For the past several days I've been consumed in a frenzy of reorganizing. My house, my office, my studio, nothing has gone untouched. Earlier today it occurred to me that last year, right about this time, I was also in a domestic groove. At first I thought it might be a pattern of behavior, so I looked through the archives of this blog. In doing so I discovered that two years ago at this time, I was in Florence, Italy. Then I got depressed. Assembling metal shelves and loading them up with dusty boxes full of stuff gleaned from my children's rooms is just not the same as roaming down medieval streets, considering the works of Giotto, Michelangelo, Botticelli, Fra Angelico, Bernini, etc., or consuming the most excellent pizza
EVER. So maybe the household hysteria in which I've engaged, this June and last, has been a convenient, if not productive way to avoid a maudlin stroll down memory lane. It's nice to have my yard in order and dozens of boxes aligned neatly on my newly assembled shelves, but I'd really rather be in Italy.
Some of my fellow travelers and me, enjoying the chapels of the Basilica of Santa Croce
Florence, Italy, 2009
*sigh*
In between shuttling boxes and moving furniture I was able to finish my print for the SPA Print Exchange. I am satisfied with the result.
Conjoined I
Wood block print
11" x 15"
2 blocks, 6 colors, 6 passes
Unfortunately, I didn't get much time with my sketchbook this week. So in honor of all dad's everywhere, I'm re-posting this sketch of my dad; an interpretation of his graduation photo.
Richard H. Best ~ Flint Central High School, Class of 1943
Best Dad EVER
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