Lucky Number 7

Number 7. John Ross Palmer and Elena Sandovici collaboration. 32×32 inches, acrylic on canvas. Retail Value $6,000

What’s your favorite number? Mine is 7! So when a 7 magically appeared in the abstract painting John and I were creating on Facebook Live, I was very happy.

It was a fun beginning to my 3-month residency in the Chrysalis and we plan on doing more live painting over the next 4 days. You can watch us on Facebook Live at 5:45pm CST on the John Ross Palmer Facebook page.

I also started moving some of my favorite creations in. It especially made me happy to bring in my latest Galveston painting and several copies of Storms of Malhado. Three years ago, when I was in the Escapist Mentorship Program, I was still working on the first draft of this book. Now it’s out in the world, making friends, and I couldn’t be happier about it.

Also I drew a chicken because I like chicken. A lot.

Back to the Chrysalis!

This painting is inspired by one of my favorite pictures, which John took of me three years ago when I was starting out in the Escapist Mentorship Program and painting in the Chrysalis with Bobby. So what if I told you I’m moving back into that beautiful space for a newly reinvented version of the program? I will have the Chrysalis to myself for three months and get to prepare a big show in collaboration with John. If you want more details on this exciting new adventure, tune into our Facebook Live show tomorrow at 5:45pm CST on the John Ross Palmer Facebook page. We are doing 5 days of a very special live broadcast, to get the Chrysalis and ourselves ready to create some serious magic! There will be some sparkling conversation, some live painting, and a few surprise auctions! You don’t want to miss this!

The Allure of Rat Poison

I know a little dog that found some rat poison in a back yard of an old house in New Orleans Saturday night. The poison was green and looked like hard candy. She only got to nibble on a tiny bit before I pulled her away. Still, everyone in our group was worried. I decided not to attempt to find a doggy emergency room in a city I didn’t know and not to entrust my dog to a doctor I didn’t know. My instinct told me that pumping her stomach would be unnecessary and painful but it also told me that doing nothing would be dangerous, and my research confirmed it. So puppy had blueberries and yogurt on Saturday night to detox, activated charcoal at home in Houston on Sunday, and got to see her doctor and have bloodwork done today. Her doctor is in Galveston, and it was a cold day to go to the Island, but I did go and Ronnie made me hot chocolate and a fire. My friend and I ate muffulettas and red beans and rice, drove around a bit with our masks on, and even managed to go to one of my favorite places: the tiny very beautiful cottage where my friend Catherine lives and paints.

The dog turns out to have only mild toxicity in her blood, and has been prescribed Vitamin K, which I will administer rigorously for 21 days. We’re back in Houston now and it’s cold and miserable out. But the dog is pointy-eared and perky and so I’ll put my fur coat on and go walk her.

The Forgotten Post

The view from the balcony off the private dining room at Galatoire’s was lovely. I drank two milk punches – my favorite New Orleans drink. I laughed a lot, but then I got a little bit of the bourbon blues. I came home and drew. I had to. Then I forgot to do my blog. Completely slipped my mind.

I also haven’t been able to write the letters from Aimée for my Kickstarter campaign. I only wrote one. I might need to rent a place in Galveston and do it from there. After all, what’s the point of resisting a $500 hat, if you won’t spend the money on travel instead?

Sinners and Saints

A beautiful day in New Orleans with bourbon for breakfast and everything from glimpses of some storefronts that made me think of Aimée to an unexpected visit to a former convent. Lots of walking. Lots of pictures. Lots of bourbon. I almost bought a $500 hat that had rooster feathers in the back. I wonder what my neighborhood chickens would have thought of that. In the end I passed on the hat, instead enjoying oysters and a whole bunch of other food. Tomorrow I’m hoping we might visit a cemetery.

Aimée Is Getting Some Press!

It was a beautiful sunny day, and when I heard that the January issue of Galveston Monthly was out, with an article about The Glory Days of Aimée Bonnard in it, I decided to drive to the Island immediately to get a few copies. But as my friend and I visited several beloved businesses where stacks of the magazine are usually up for grabs by the door, we learned that we were early, and that the January issue hadn’t been distributed yet. It was ok, obviously. It was still a nice day on the Island. But we called the magazine just in case. And they got back to us! We learned about the truck that was delivering the January issues to the Island in the afternoon. We made arrangements to pick up some copies – hot off the presses! We made sure we snuck in some walks on the beach and some time admiring old houses, it was all in all a perfect Island day. And I’m so curious what happens once the magazines start getting distributed!

You can read the article here.