So besides the furnace ouster last weekend, we also kept ourselves from being "board"...
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| Using old electric cords to bundle ceiling planks |
by cleaning up the sanctuary, but not before trying out the art in the new venue.
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| This is gonna be good... |
Off with the carpet!
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| Well those wires are a hot mess... |
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| Sharing the vision with daughter Eva... |
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| ....pretty sure these aren't "hot"... |
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| ...pretty sure this piano's dead... |
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| ...pretty sure this church is going to be awesome... |
Friend Duane was up with more freshly turned bowls and a check for the barn...
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| Coming soon to Grindstone City...Duane's Wood Shop! |
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| The Ascetic |
The art looks great, with or without the finished gallery. I'm so lucky to have such beautiful art hanging up around my house. I think some people shy away from art because they are unsure of how to react- or how to think or what to say about it. But painting, like music, dance, and other arts, can touch something in you that doesn't need thoughts or words. This hand of an Indian ascetic, holding the prayer beads, buried in the sand, is such a vision of hope and devotion to me that it just touches me every time I look at it.
I'm sure that's what these two were discussing...
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| ...furnace needs to go... |
So that's the other part of the weekend. Family fun with Eva and Jack her boyfriend, Pat and Duane, and of course, the Don, Paul Fisher.
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| The Don poses... |
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| St. Michael and his seraphim |
