Kate Ferriter | Artist | Blog Home |

Posts filed under ‘What’s New’

Up on Mesa

June 2, 2016

I have not been writing or posting lately. Sorry. Here is a piece that had to be painted. It felt good the whole way through. Am I finally catching some rhythm?

 

DSC_0024

No Comments

The Alley

March 9, 2016

This is a scene out back, in the alley behind our place. The entrance to our garage, and to our front door. It is also something I am not used to; an alternative route for drivers, for people cutting through, and back entrances to other domiciles. It is really different, to say the least. This piece measure 24″ x 36″.

 

 

DSC_0084

No Comments

Update on First Colorado Painting

After looking at the painting I had agonized over, and spent boatloads of time on, I knew I had to fix it. There was a critical part of the painting that was really bugging me, but I kept putting off the corrections. Why? Well, the painting was still pretty wet, I got really sick (three weeks of torture, and, well, that’s good enough). I started and finished my next painting, and then felt comfortable going back to correct the problem. The telephone wires!

It’s much better now. Phew!

 

DSC_0110

No Comments

Process of a New Painting

February 4, 2016

I hadn’t painted in months. We were moving from NY state to Colorado. All my time was spent getting rid of my possessions of the last twenty three years. Packing a few things, I took only what I might need at the other end. And all that would have to fit in a POD. Hence, it didn’t make sense to start anything new, and have paintings smearing all over the place. So I just didn’t paint. It was sad.

Eventually, we arrived in Colorado Springs just before Thanksgiving. Time to find an apartment. It took three weeks, but we found a nifty little place in the West End. And this painting was done in my dining room, looking out the big window that faces west. Every morning I get to look at Pike’s Peak. And every day it is different. The light on the mountains changes every minute. The mountains take on different colors constantly. And the clouds are amazing. The color of a cloudless sky is amazing. Working on this painting was torture! Because everything changes so rapidly. And I was rusty. The terrain is other worldly for me, and I struggled all the way through this piece. I wanted a heavier paint surface this time, and a playfulness to the piece. I got bogged down a few times, but it came out pretty darn close to what I wanted. Whew! Now I am through the hardest part. Time to discover Colorado with my art.

Here is how the painting evolved:

DSC_0006

DSC_0009

DSC_0015

DSC_0076

DSC_0078

DSC_0019

 

No Comments

View From My Window of Pike’s Peak

DSC_0013

No Comments

A New Year!

January 2, 2016

Today is January 1st, 2016. Amazing. I never thought I would make it this long. When you’re young, sixty sounds so old. And here I am, having just moved (across the country) for the 1st time in 23 years. And I certainly don’t feel sixty.

Our new neighborhood is interesting. Kind of cool, kind of funky, a little dumpy. I am not used to alleys. And alleys are a big thing here. They are used all the time. Our entrance is off the alley. Our address is 2428 1/2. Yup. Don’t put .5. The P.O. doesn’t like it. Anyhow, up here, in our little tower at 2428 1/2, we look out at Pike’s Peak and the rest of the mountain range. The sun dipped behind the mountains just before 3:45 today. Sometimes I wake up at night, and when walking around at 2:30 A.M., I see squares of light on the floor in the living room. And looking straight up, there is the moon coming through the skylights. Very cool. It makes this place feel bigger. It gives me a good feeling- this place is talking to me.

We are now part of a community who is proud of their neighborhood; the West Enders. It is an affectionate term. People just love it here. And I am really enjoying it. Two blocks over, on Main Street, which is really Colorado Ave, are all kinds of cool shops and restaurants. It is a busy, thriving, walkable main street complete with a nice park. There is a chocolate shop on the corner of main and 25th street where you see women standing in the front windows stirring chocolate in big copper bowls. Then there is a French Bakery Bistro that is hard to stay out of. Their beef burgundy stew is to die for, and oh, the eclairs! The next door over is the Thunder and Buttons restaurant pub, which has a lot of amusing history, and across the street is a quirky restaurant called Cucuru. The place started out as a gallery in an old house, and has become a restaurant (different Spanish influences), gallery, jazz place, and has tango lessons on Monday nights. The owner is an amazing man who loves to entertain, talk and takes such delight as he presents his delicious food. We are there much too often! The library is on the back side of the park, and there is a painters’ co-operative that I have yet to work up the courage to explore. 17 studios on two floors right there by the park.

It is three weeks today since we moved in here. That is not enough time to really get to know a place. But so far, so good. We are hiking in the local parks a lot, and getting used to the altitude. That is major. It has been pretty cold and snowy since we arrived. The locals are blaming us. This is more snow than they have had in a while. And back in NY, it has been downright balmy up until a few days ago. Trees, flowers, lawns, all confused by the 65-70 degree weather. I can honestly say I am glad I am not there. Because of the humidity and mold. I miss my friends, my neighbors, and the whole circle of people I became familiar with in those 23 years. That’s hard.

But since we have left that area, my health has improved tremendously. And that is a good reason to start all over again, on a new path, exploring new places, while I still can. My easel is set up, and the tarps are down to protect the carpets in this place. It is time to start painting again, and I couldn’t be more excited.

DSC_0113

 

DSC_0096

 

The light is fading. The mountains are dark and looming, and the sky is almost dark now. I have stuffed cabbage in the oven as a humble meal for the start of the New Year. Stuffed cabbage is a lot of work, but boy, is it worth it. Since I’m in Colorado, I am using local meat- elk and bison. With the rice, some cheese, and two types of cabbage. This is my version of a favorite comfort food.

I wish everyone a wonderful, creative, prosperous and healthy new year. Be well, be happy!

No Comments

Story #4 Being New to Colorado Springs

December 17, 2015

Looking back now, it was a huge thing for us arriving in a new city that we had never seen, knew nothing about. We were a bit overwhelmed. Plus, it was two days before Thanksgiving, and every store was packed, the roads were congested, and we were trying to find grocery stores with our gps. Thank goodness for cell phones with navigation!

Since we were in a Residence Inn in the north end of Colorado Springs, the view was fabulous, and we had a “one bedroom suite”. That meant a small kitchen with pots and pans, silverware, etc. So we found a nice grocery store called Sprouts, and I bought an organic chicken to put in the oven on Thanksgiving. And bought organic avocados for a $1.oo apiece. Carrots, potatoes, tomatoes, Amish butter, and everything we would need for a meal. I felt secure.

On Wednesday, it clouded up, and sure enough, the snow came. The roads were horrible. They don’t plow here! I am not kidding. They just don’t plow, because well, it will melt soon. Oh boy. On Thanksgiving day, there were accidents everywhere! Most people here, aren’t from here. And they don’t always drive well. Lots of accidents all the time, people texting on their cellphones, blabbing on their cellphones, not paying attention. Pow! Bam, crash. People drive fast. The speed limit is 75 on the highway. The Air Force Academy is here. Lots of people on the move. Coming and going. So anyhow, Thursday, as I started to prepare dinner, I went to put the chicken in the oven, and realized I didn’t have an oven! Oh No!!! Damn. Well, plan B. Cut the chicken into quarters, and put it in the Le Creuset on the stove. I was glad I had that pot, and my good kitchen knives. Seared the bird, and put the carrots, potatoes, onions, garlic and lemon in the pot instead of in the chicken cavity. Fresh herbs, salt and pepper, and oh yeah! What a good meal. Happy Thanksgiving, with much to be thankful for. A good trip, a new place, a new start.

By Saturday, the sun was out, and the ice and snow melted, like everyone said it would. Ok. Now it was time to start looking for an apartment. We drove around, looking at different neighborhoods. But it seemed so unfamiliar, and so not what we were hoping for. Huge housing developments, condo developments, one after another. Then open space. Then more endless cramped housing. Oceans of rooftops, crammed into developments, homes with no real yards, no landscaping, just families crowded together like sardines. Man, this is not what we had hoped for. A little bit of depression started to set in. One night, I realized that I was seriously bummed, and wondering if we should just get back in the car and move on. I knew that my energy had gotten bad, and I needed to change it.

The next day I got up, and found a place on line that looked different, cool, modern, and not what I was looking for. It might fit the bill. I called, made an appointment, and we went to a part of town that we had not known about. And there it was. Our new home. A one bedroom octagonal apartment. Wow. It was nice. It is built over a garage, which would be ours to use, it had a loft space. It was bright, open, high ceilings, beautiful kitchen. Ok. Can we manage it? Will we pass all the credit checks? Will they take two cats?

Answer, yes. It is ours, and we prepared to moved in. And so our new life begins.

DSC_0094

No Comments

The Drive. Story #3

December 13, 2015

After a wonderful pizza party at Cathie’s on Friday night, we loaded up our car early Saturday morning. A few things in the car: important papers, a week’s worth of clothes, my Miyabi Knives, a couple of Le Creuset pots, blankets, flashlight, 2 cats in carriers, a litter box and music. Music. Now, I must tell you, that one week before departure date, our car, a 2002 bimmer station wagon (touring), decided it did not want to make this trip. It acted like a spoiled child. Alright then, as we were faced with safety and reliability, this was not good. We researched, talked to our trusted mechanic, and the consensus was, get a new vehicle. Damn! We found that Toyota of Newburgh was our best bet, and we traded in our car, and got a 2012, certified used Toyota Highlander. It was the best move we have made in a while. We did that whole thing in one day. Walked off the lot with every single thing taken care of.  It was officially ours, with the same plates I had from my Toyota pickup truck, and the bimmer. Now, we were ready.

Saturday morning was a beautiful sunny day. We said goodbye to our neighbors, and drove away. It was hard. I couldn’t look back. We cried, and then we just went. Put on some driving music, and off on our adventure. On The Road Again. Remember that one? We played it every morning, first thing, to get into the trip. Canned Heat, 1968! What a great song. The cats knew what that meant. A long day of driving.

So the first day, we only got through Pennsylvania. Driving driving driving. Lots of beautiful fields of green, nice farms, it was pretty. Which was different from NY. NY is beautiful, but was well into the fall season, and past peak leaf time. Pennsylvania was still looking pretty verdant. The cats, Buzzy and Fuzzy, were in their carriers, trying to make sense of it all. Fuzzy, little miss nosey, just curled up and said ok. Buzzy, Mr. Big Stuff, was pitiful. He gets motion sickness, and we had gotten anti nausea  medicine for him. Well, forget it. That didn’t work. He drooled and vomited the whole day. Cried, moaned, and was entirely miserable.

As we got to the eastern side of Pennsylvania, I was driving, and there were quite a few tunnels to go through. These were blasted out of the mountains, so it was really fascinating. We stopped somewhere, as the sun was directly in front of us, setting in the west, right in my line of vision. That was it. Time to stop. And that was how we drove every day. Until we couldn’t see, because of the setting sun.

We snuck the cats into our room, and fortunately they didn’t meow or say anything. They kept quiet, and we covered their carriers with jackets and stuff and put them on a luggage carrier, that we wheeled through the lobbies to our room. What a riot. We felt like thieves.

Day two, we discovered that the music on the radio had a huge effect on the cats. Especially Buzzy. We found that stuff like the Eagles, Joni Mitchell, Crosby Stills Nash and Young, that kind of stuff soothed the cats. Buzz settled right down once we put on the station with all that old music that I like. America, Michael MacDonald, you know what I mean.  We just zenned. Thank goodness. I will have to write to my vet back in Newburgh, and tell him to forget the medicine. Music is where its at!

Day two, we made it as far as Terre Haute, Indiana. Found a fantastic Mexican Restaurant, and had a wonderful dinner. But oh man, the next morning, my back went out. Yikes. I knew that was a serious digestive problem. I couldn’t even put my socks on. Arghhh. I took a bunch of Advil, and gradually it subsided. Wow. On the Road Again!

Day three, we got about an hour past Kansas City, Missouri. Getting through Kansas City was like driving through Hartford, Conn. times 10. What a road. Exits on the left, on the right, lots of curves, packs of motorcycles taking up lots of lanes, wow. It was intimidating. But that would be our last night on the road. We knew that the next day, Tuesday, was the big push. Make it through Kansas, and into Colorado. Wow. What a concept. We had no idea of what to expect.

Day four, we were ON THE ROAD AGAIN! The cats were a little fussy that morning, but we put on their music and spoke in singsong tones, and they settled in for the long haul. And it was, a long, long haul. Kansas was beautiful for a while, and then came the wind turbines. Oceans of turbines, as far as you could see. And fields, huge farms, big Agriculture farms that send the message of Big Business and corporate money. Unsettling! The grain storage buildings that look like cities. Then came the oil rigs. Then came the monotony. After 2 1/2 hours I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I couldn’t focus, so Terry had to drive again. But we made it. We got to the Colorado line, and hey, wait! It was this little sign, that said, of course, Welcome to Colorado. But it was small, and we just whizzed by and said hey, thats it????? Yup. And the terrain was still the same. How disappointing. No mountains in sight, still flat as hell, but here we are. The clocks didn’t automatically change, and we kept watching to see when in fact, they would change. It took at least an hour. And then we noticed we were ever so gradually going up. It was sneaky. You really didn’t know for sure, but yeah, my ears started popping. We stayed on the highway as far as Limon, and then got off onto route 24. That would save us about two hours. Rather than go to Denver and come down route 25 to Colorado Springs, route 24 cut off lots of time and we saw the real local scenery. Bison farms, prong horned antelope on some ranches, and lots of Black Angus. And so we came to our destination about 3:30 Tuesday afternoon. Colorado Springs. The Tuesday before Thanksgiving. The Tuesday before the Black Friday Shootings. The Tuesday before the snow and ice storm that hit Colorado Springs on Thanksgiving Day. Well, here we are! Wow! Look at those mountains!

No Comments

When the Rain Washes You Clean- story #2

December 5, 2015

The evening that the pod left Newburgh, with all our worldly possessions, we were left wondering. Will our stuff get there ok? Did we do a good job packing? Are we nuts? Are we doing the right thing? Are we really doing this? Well, yes. We have set the wheels in motion, and we are off on an adventure. Right or wrong, this is it.

We were exhausted physically and emotionally. Our wonderful neighbor Cathie, was letting us stay with her until we would pack our car to finally depart. So we went to her house, took showers, and decided to go have a nice dinner out. We deserved it. Not knowing quite where to go, we got in the car and drove to the corner. Which way? I said “turn right and see where the car takes us”. Ahhhh. By mid block, the answer presented itself. The River Grill. A nice restaurant down at the waterfront. Overlooking the Hudson River. How apt. As I said when I left off last time, it had started to rain. Not hard. But how refreshing. It was still rather warm for this time of year, and the rain seemed nice.

We got down to the restaurant, and it was a little crowded. But the waiter took us out onto the deck area, that was now protected with plastic, and had nice tall heaters to keep us warm. It was enchanting. Not crowded out there, and very intimate. We got to watch the barges going up and down the river, the ferry going across to Beacon, and it was just so beautiful. So familiar. Our last time there? As we ordered dinner, then ate and talked, the rain got heavy and wind picked up. There was now a palpable edge. It was exciting. There was a real energy in the air. More rain. More wind. And then, the electricity went out. All up and down the river. Blackness! The other diners and Terry and I drew a collective breath. And then we all started laughing. I know I did. The waiters and the owner of the restaurant came out with candelabras, votives, and any candles they could find. Picture that! It was magical! It was a sign, that all the years we had lived here, invested in this city, was coming to an end. A beautiful end. All the wild energy, the ups and downs over the years, was presenting itself in this storm. It was right. It let us know that we were doing the right thing. A song came to mind. A Fleetwood Mac song. One where Stevie Nicks sings how “when the rain washes you clean you’ll know. You will know”. And I knew. We knew. This was the right thing to do.

We had a wonderful meal. We had a wonderful time in Newburgh. But it had run its course. It was time to go. We left the restaurant in the dark, laughing, and feeling good. Hopeful. Relieved.

Goodnight, Newburgh. Goodnight New York State.

No Comments

A New Phase of Life- stories about moving. Story #1.

November 29, 2015

DSC_0048

Today is Sunday. I think. The days sort of blend together these days. I am in a new place, an unfamiliar place. Colorado Springs, Colorado. It is early in the morning, as my system is still on Eastern Standard Time. East coast time. Colorado is 2 hours behind that.
My mind wakes me every morning, because it is churning away with thoughts and stories, and I would like to share some with you. I might jump around a bit with stories, but that can’t be helped.

We have arrived here with some sort of luck. Meaning, that things went our way weather wise, and I take that as a very good omen for the future. When we were loading up our pod, it never rained. We ordered a 16’x 8’x 8′ POD, and gave ourselves 2.5 days to load it. Just the two of us. No professional packers, just my husband and I working incredibly hard. At our age, I’m sixty, and he is 68, we felt we were still able to meet this challenge. And we did. But not without a bunch of Advil every night.
We have not moved in 23 years. So it took us all spring, summer and fall to prepare for this major event; a change of lifestyle. I posted things for sale on Facebook, we had a yard sale. We tried to get new homes for our two cats, to no avail. As fall set in, we realized we were still in the house, and needed to really get on the ball. So we did. We made it happen. The POD company says this size POD holds three rooms of furniture. I’m not really sure about that, but we filled it as best we could. The thing is, easels, art supplies and paintings probably constitute one whole room. That didn’t leave a lot of space for everything else.
The idea of culling all of one’s possessions to fit into a box is a bit overwhelming. Can I save this? What about that? It truly was a difficult thing, and a mind blowing thing. And a liberating thing. My mother had periodically done this as she got older. One needs less and less, and once you embrace that concept, it gets easier to do.
As we got down to our self imposed wire, the weather held out. We packed boxes, we took a lot of stuff to Goodwill. We donated lots of nice furniture, tools and things to The ReStore of Habitat for Humanity. That felt really good. Still good weather. Wow.
The cats were getting really nervous, as their environment changed daily. They needed lots of extra love, and food. So as the house emptied, this move became a reality. There was no turning back. Our direction had changed a few times, and now we were set on Colorado Springs, with reasons I will relate another time. The final days were upon us. The Pod was packed. The POD left. That was a Thursday. The Thursday before Thanksgiving. We hoped to leave on Friday. The schedule says the POD will arrive in Colorado on November 30th.
So, that Thursday, waving goodbye to the last of our possessions, we watched the truck with the big box on the back, the box that had our stuff, head off on its journey.
What a feeling. Overwhelming sadness, excitement, uncertainty; so many emotions were bombarding me simultaneously. It started to rain.

No Comments