Day 1794: Potluck

Penelope met this morning and it was very satisfying.  First, we honored Sara who was chosen as a featured artist for the 50th anniversary celebration of the Burchfield Penney Art Center in Buffalo.  Tomorrow, nine pieces will be installed in preparation for the opening on Friday.  Her work is so complex and beautiful.  She creates fabric art that is a compilation of drawings, photography and cheesecloth fabric that are abstracted, layered and reimagined.   It's an extraordinary achievement because there are many artists in Western NY and she was one of the ten selected.

They are all in favor of self-publishing.  After my conversation with a friend who has published two books through CreateSpace, I am more seriously considering it.  I would have full ownership of the project, it's faster, and I can edit or update as often as I wish.  They use print-on-demand to reduce costs and it publishes as an e-book.   I know for sure that I want it done this year.  I have many other projects in mind so I'd like this one to be completed and published.   Eight years to write it and a year to publish is quite enough.

Carolyn wrote an excellent poem that related the tale of why she stopped writing about five years ago.   She is so talented and I've missed her work.   Penny wrote a really funny poem featuring heads of state:  Simon Bolivar the Liberator, Peter the Great, Vlad the Impaler, Abraham Lincoln the Emancipator, Elizabeth the Virgin Queen, Suleiman the Magnificent, Trump the Tweeter.

A small group of friends came over for a potluck dinner and "a safe space" where we could laugh, tell stories and commiserate.  Mike made a salad with a delicious dressing which I ate with gusto.  As they were leaving, I asked for the ingredients.  Mayonnaise and anchovies!   I had no idea!  I never eat either of those things, but it was delicious.