The “value” of insomnia…

Lately I’ve been the proud owner of a stubborn case of insomnia.  I don’t dare complain about it as it’s really one of those good sort of problems to have.  I have been busy with my new venture of curating/organizing these charitable auction galleries and my schedule has been somewhat eclectic and random.  I am used to being in control of the things in my world and this randomness has been playing havoc with my psyche….in a good way.  But as always, I am spending time on peripheral circumstances and not the point I was trying to make.

So…without further adieu…I’ll get on topic.  My insomnia has me waking up around 3am each morning.  It starts with an occasional shift from side to side but by 4am my conscious brain has caught up with the large intuitive Rolodex spinning in my mind and then the fun begins.  I start to think of all the things I have to do that day and start to pre-plan my travels.  I’m also one of those people who has to have a “pre-rehearsal” of the day’s conversations so I feel like I’m ready.  Well, the next thing I know it’s 6am and Aurora begins to work her magic across the sky.  This is where it gets good….

You see from 6am’ish to about 6:45am there is something magical that takes place in my bedroom.  The colors of my abode are butter yellow, steel-blue, with various wood tones and metals.  But during those magical 45 minutes…everything is measured by value alone…no hues…no saturation of color…no atmospheric perspective.  Just value.  The copper mirror is a dark blue grey on the buttery yellow wall that appears light blue grey.  The white mirror is a very light blue grey just like the white linen lampshades that dangle nervously from the high arched dark steel looking arms.  It really is magical and I wonder if that’s what fascinated Mark Tansey as I think of his monochromatic paintings when I experience this.
But after those 45 minutes, or so, the sunlight starts to skew the pigment atoms in my world and it all comes into colorful view so quickly; almost as quickly as the sun sets on the horizon.  Then my blue grey walls turn yellow, my mirrors become copper and white again, and the brown wood tones come into warmth and no longer shades of cool blue.  Just a thought if you’re ever awake when it’s too early to get up.


I was going to originally write how about how poor Picasso cannot keep his paintings from being ripped accidentally…first there was Steve Wynn who accidentally stuck his elbow through a $139 million painting in 2006 and more recently a woman who lost her balance at the Metropolitan Museum of Art and fell into “The Actor”.  I guess stuff happens, but instead I wanted to focus on how stuff “happens”….

If you are my friend Suzi Amedeo, then please quit reading now as this blog contains a *spoiler alert*. 

Last weekend I lost a 13-year-old chocolate lab friend/protector/cheerleader named Riley.  He was my friend Suzi’s dog but has lived across the street from me for about 8 years.  Each day I would come home from my “journey” wherever and be greeted with a low yet audible woof from across the street.  Suzi’s house is situated so that I could never see Riley’s face in the window, but that acknowledging signal was there each time I left, I returned, or if I was just painting outside. 

Whenever Bill or Suzi would take Riley for a walk and I was visible anywhere he would pull them over to my house or wherever I was located.  He even pulled down a bookcase in the garage that his leash was attached to when I walked up their driveway for a visit.  He was a one-of-a-kind and thank you for indulging me to go on and on about him.  But his story is not the reason for this entry. 

I wanted to get a gift for Suzi that would help her keep Riley near by. So I found on Etsy (never shopped on the site before) a woman who makes medallion necklaces in silver focused on the subject of pets.  She goes under the shop name of gooseberrystudio.  Here’s where it gets good.  Her name…also Suzi.  While her dog was not a chocolate lab (that would have been too weird), it was a golden retriever AND 13 years old when it had to be put to sleep.  Etsy-Suzi has artistic daughters, one in school and one working professionally in the arts…and I just found out Etsy-Suzi has a mother living in the same town as my mother…way out west. 

I am finding this happening more often with my increased focus in creativity.  I am imagining that we’re all connected somehow, like blades of grass connected to their rhizomes.  I don’t know if it is because I’m opening myself up to these nuances of relationships…or perhaps it has something to do with globalization and online networking.  I would like to believe the former with a nod to the latter.

Regardless, I hope everyone will just make themselves more open to these chance meetings and enjoy the “journey” they take.