Thursday, October 24, 2013

Art Lovahs

If you drive down this driveway . . .

. . . you know, this driveway . . .

 . . . the one with the Leaves . . .

. . . and the Stones . . .

. . . then at the end you'll find a magical mystical house . . .

 . . . a magical mystical house . . .

 . . . with a really cool garage door . . .

. . . and up there, on the second floor, up in the trees . . .

. . . you'll find an Art Studio . . .

. . . an Art Studio with an Open House . . .

. . . an Art Studio with an Open House with an real-live Artist in Residence.

Of course Dorothy is in Residence; it is, after all, her house.

And, oh the Art we dove into . . .

As New Londoners, we especially loved the lobster.

A couple of old friends made their appearances*, too:

Dorothy's Girl
*Ahem . . .

Jyl

. . . *You're welcome.

We -- and by "we" I mean "Mistah" -- would have taken a lot more photos of all the art but "we" -- yeah, Mistah -- were too busy taking photos of leaves and stones. Forgive "us".

Dorothy and Gracie -- and Dundee, in the kitchen -- worked their respective three generations of butts off, feeding the likes of us, their fans, bodily and artistically. They threw an amazing afternoon, and were  pooped.

In the meantime, we spent most of the afternoon on the deck, amid the trees . . .

. . . watching the sheets act like birdies in the wind.

And then?

Celebrity guests showed up.

We love the Art, we love the Artist, we love the Art Lovahs.

2 comments:

Beth said...

You lovahs are so very cultured.

Well, except for your addiction to tree porn.

xoxo,
Beth

Me, You, or Ellie said...

That is a really cool house with a really cool garage door. I love aht.

xoxo
Jacquie