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<\/a><\/p>\nHappily engaged (actually, happily married), working together in the studio. A friend dropped by and favored us by taking a photo. Note the work on the easel, a rare “collaborative” where I added a figurative oil painting over one of Anne’s prints. A new approach for us? (Click on picture for larger view.)<\/p>\n
The studio and residence. In the past we’ve stayed and worked in a smaller place behind. This whole complex, the Arts District, was the vision of artist Michael Gibbons. Four years ago he suffered a stroke and this year passed away. Our loss, and the community’s loss, for who else could really keep this vision alive? The place is now for sale.<\/p>\n Originally built in 1887, here’s how it looked at the time. The adjacent house is still part of the property.<\/p>\n Another view, early morning.<\/p>\n Complete with a kitchen and dining area (not shown), the loft serves as the bedroom, overlooking the main studio working area.<\/p>\n Another view from the loft, the partition dividing the working space from the “living” where we would read or watch videos on the computer we brought along.<\/p>\n I don’t know how many times we’ve listened to the Italian Renaissance in 36 informative and inspirational lectures by Professor Kenneth Bartlett, produced by “The Teaching Company.” Aways great. (Just don’t test us on anything, it’s background while we’re working.)<\/p>\n The space, with Anne’s press toward the back a left and my working area toward the back right. (Click for larger view.)<\/p>\n I kept my productivity to smaller works this time, easier to transport. These, plus the collaborative, came to 14 pieces, some of them passible.<\/p>\n Another view, showing a bit of the variety.<\/p>\n The Newport News Times got wind of our visit and interviewed us for a story, with a photographer venturing to the studio for photos. We’re told it will run in a week, by the time we’re well home. They’ll send us a copy.<\/p>\n Anne, doing some of the fine tuning on a new work.<\/p>\n As she would print on a piece, it would go up on the partition to dry. It’s a nice way to see progress.<\/p>\n Her focus was on enhancing and completing pieces started earlier, of which there is always an abundance.<\/p>\n A brief moment at the window, here counting crows which had gathered at some landfall feast.<\/p>\n The same window as it looked at night during the often falling rain.<\/p>\n A view of Toledo as we first entered the town. Good to be here again. As we’ve said more than once, “This is probably our last trip.” This one certainly is. (Maybe.)<\/p>\n A main feature in the town, and the main industry, is the Georgia-Pacific mill, creating pulp for paper. Ever breathing and heaving, it’s like a living creature that never sleeps.<\/p>\n Here she is in the early morning rain.<\/p>\n Here’s looking back at Newport from the coastal head with the lighthouse.<\/p>\n Who knows how many shipwrecks this old lighthouse prevented . . . and how many it did not?<\/p>\n And one could see how a lighthouse was needed with these rugged coasts and the ocean ever churning.<\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n