This is a photo of one of my bear paintings in the quarantine/holding area for polar bears at the zoo. That's probably not crazy-super-cool to anyone but me because we snapped this shot when I was delivering the sleeping bear to the International Polar Bear Conservation Centre. And if it was a real bear it would actually have to spend time in this area. Which is really surreal to me. AND ALSO this is the area where Debbie the polar bear lived for many, many years and I truly feel like HER AWESOMENESS is to blame for my transformation into a crazy polar bear lady.
To stand in her house, on her side of the bars - was pretty cool.
OH! THERE WERE NO BEARS IN THE FACILITY AT THE TIME. Good thing or I would have been ripped into lunch. I should probably make that clear. No bears were disturbed in the making of this story. The zoo is undergoing a radical facelift/transformation and is currently bear-less. Soon this zoo will be the home for orphaned or injured bears.
And regardless of all that jazz - the painting is now hanging in the research centre (on loan) where polar bear researchers/lovers get to enjoy him every day. Yay for Sleepy! I felt like that was a good spot for him until finds forever owner. It just seems right.
Today: I'm finally into the spot in my schedule where I have breathing room. i get to sort through my trip to Churchill. I get to sketch and clean up. i get to tie up loose ends and finish this year elbow deep in paint. WATCH FOR LOOSE ENDS TO BE TIED THIS WEEK.
GO!
