|Socks! watercolor and ink by Rachael Shores|
A few months ago I decided to practice “asking for help”. I went to a networking meeting that I had heard of two years ago. I arrived half an hour late but I decided half an hour wasn’t much after missing it for two years. When it came time to introduce myself I showed my art and asked for what I wanted. I wanted a massage space to rent by the hour and I wanted a public space to share my art. I got leads on both, followed up, and found Donna of Healing Sensations. A massage office with 3 rooms and a long hallway. Originally, I had asked for a place to display my vision paintings but then I realized all the cost I would have to put out to frame them all. Also, this was not a very public area and a massage place does not want to be involved in selling art. I guess I hadn’t really thought this through but I decided to think about it. It is sad that I have this beautiful series of prints and no place to display the collection but it’s really about the cost that holds me back.
About a month later my parents announced that they are selling the family farm and are going sailing together on the 54 foot schooner that Dad built. This meant I was now in possession of all my art out of high school. Art that I had gotten matted and put on display but never tried to sell. Mom had hung it throughout the house. Mom and Dad came and visited at the beginning of February and I immediately thought of Donna and her space. I don’t want to sell this art, I do want to share it, it is all framed and ready to hang, and a narrow little hallway is an intimate place for it. Luckily, her wall was still available and with Dad’s measuring and math skills hanging up my things was easy – yeah, I mostly just observed.
|Entrance to Healing Sensations starts with “Socks!”|
|heading down the hall to treatment rooms|
|Displayed in the bathroom|
|a view from the other end of the hall|
It makes me so happy to see my art up on a wall and so well placed in such a serene environment. I still have a few more Storybook pieces that I never framed. I don’t know if I’ll ever put the collection together, I would love to see it together. Here are a few of the pieces now on display on Weaverville Road between Weaverville and Asheville. I still have to make cards and an artist statement about them. How detailed do you think I should get? I’m practicing on here to decide.
|“Bad Neighbor Dog” watercolor and ink by Rachael Shores|
Lunch has been brought out to those working hard in the field, the meal has been spread and who should try to spoil it but an enthusiastic neighbor dog? My very first storybook illustration on watercolor paper was about a stolen blueberry pie and it began an obsession of ways blueberry pie could be destroyed or stolen before its designated dessert time. There are four stealthy guys always trying to outsmart the girls, many times they have not exactly gotten away with it. Here in this scene you see that once again the pie is ruined. It is not the only occasion a paw has gotten in the blueberry pie, this time it is a dog paw.
|Wash Day of the Unmentionables watercolor and ink by Rachael Shores|
The girls have all they need to wash clothes at the house but when it comes to bloomers and petticoats the only respectable thing to do is to take them down to the privacy of the river. Most of the girls work well together except Alyce who is easily distracted by any chance to harass Joy.
If you would like to see this art in person the easiest way is to book a massage with Donna Ortuno or an acupuncture session with Gloria Chan ;-). I think Donna is happy to let you see the paintings if you just want to make an appointment for that. Just contact her.
What do you think of this old art? I haven’t even decided to invest in getting it captured so I can sell prints. I just don’t think there’s the interest. I will leave my contact info and see what happens. Is there a print you’d be willing to buy? Do you think one of these would sell well? Let me know. Thanks for reading, I love all the memories these bring back. Getting these framed and hanging these in a restaurant was such a big deal to me when I was “little”.