My feet are ice cold. Have been sitting barefoot at this computer a little too long. Distracted by gold leaves twirling and twisting and floating by the window. Mesmerizing, I wish I could capture it on film or do a little animation of that air-whimsy. The crows are busy finding old nuts I hid around the backyard. Landing hard on the roof to rest and have a discussion with each other. They are silly, wonderful creatures. I just wish they would poop someplace else. The glow of a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner with family and friend given way by the cleanup and sore muscles. All feels perfectly perfect.
M off shopping with his girlfriend after a quick performance at the parade this morning. Has all ready found the perfect Christmas present for "someone special". HE took my debit card, should I be worried? ;)
After trying to find something on my computer a couple of days ago and getting completely frustrated with how much stuff I have on my LaCie external hard drive, am attempting to do a little archiving, cleanup and deleting. Burning a CD of photos for my friend. Taking a peek into the past years free work and work I had hoped for. Mind you, I have forgotten about most of these things that I have made until I stumble upon them. Then it comes back. In excitement that sometimes I DO do something creative! And some regret as I think my proposals were good work but I just couldn't get it right for the client to buy into my idea. Then panic would set in because I would imagine that if I really did get "that big assignment" that I would not be able to follow through because of my "real" job. And not wanting to compromise either, will bow out of a big illustration possibility. I ask myself, is that me being afraid of success or just being reasonable about the amount of time I really have to offer to a client? So before I burn the cd of that work and file it away in some dark drawer, I need to blog it, share it and acknowledge that sometimes, many times, I have some really good ideas and do have fun being an artist, illustrator. And hoping that some day very soon I will have the satisfaction of seeing some of my "big ideas" come to fruition. That I will not be afraid of it or the success that it might bring, the additional effort it might take to complete it. That I will finally finish something that lays wait in my brain day in and day out.
Free banner for my neighbor. Don't think they used it.
Quick sketch of a girl for book.
Many versions trying to get the style and age right for the client. My style is very flat.
And I really liked my flower characters.
Thought plush toys of my characters would be fun, quick sketches.
Maybe I am getting too old for this. Cleaning. Trying to remember where I put the table linens hidden since last Thanksgiving. Trying to remember how to cook. More cleaning. Trying to hang lanterns in between the branches, without bringing them tumbling down. Finding the china, washing the china. It was all just a year ago since I used these things, then why are they so hard to locate? Thankfully, Mom has most of the food all ready cooked. I am only responsible for one chocolate cake and the brussels sprouts. And I always burn the marshmallows on the sweet potatoes.
Natalie Shau "is a talented young digital artist from Vilnius, Lithuanian. She specializes in blending photo manipulation, 3D design and digital painting (using mostly photoshop) to create her often creepy, gothic, doll, fairytale figures. Natalie’s inspiration for these wonderful renditions comes from lowbrow artist’s such as Ray Caesar, Trevor Brown and Mark Ryden. Her style is a macabre to grotesque “baby art”, heavily influenced by religious imagery and fantasy art." Via Paintalicious.
I found out last night that a good friend from my college years died last week in a car accident. Her daughter was trying to find me to give me the news and finally left me a message on Facebook. I felt like I was a little in shock. She died on her birthday.
In my despair I decided to go to the garage and focus on making something. I did have a couple of pieces of driftwood, had to level off the bottom with a wooden bead or bit. That turned out pretty good. But I really need to use the drill press. (As D reminded me).
1. The smell and tingling in the nostril of the air before the sun comes up 2. The smell of my son's pillow 3. The way M gets into a chatty mood and talks to me for an hour about something he is interested in 4. Lighting a fire on a winter evening and way it makes the room glow 5. Being married 6. My husband and the way he completely understands me 7. Walking in the front door to the smell of onions and garlic sauteing in the kitchen 8. The smell of something chocolate baking 9. The clock chiming 10. The smell of leaves fallen on wet grass 11. Freshly cut grass (is there anything better?) 12. Kids laughing 13. Doing art in my studio 14. Finishing a piece of art in my studio 15. Going to thrift stores in search of junk for my art 16. When I know the peonies are about to bloom 17. Sweet peas (more special when my neighbor, Harry grew and gave them to me) 18. Memories of my grandmothers, Nanny and Big Mama 19. Sleeping all day (haven't done that in a long time) 20. Watching a great movie and knowing there is one more to watch 21. Having M and his friends at home for the night 22. A good cup of coffee 23. Multi band rings 24. Sunday night looking forward to Mystery! and 60 Minutes 25. Rocks on a beach, finding the perfect one (or two or three) 26. Texas night sky 27. Thunderstorms with thunder and lightning (Texas-style) 28. Having a big laugh with Faith on the phone 29. Putting up the Christmas trees 30. Finding a Christmas Ornament that I know D will love 31. Finding anything unique for a Christmas present for D ... he is very picky 32. Getting Christmas box from my S-I-L (she is uncanny knowing what we will love) 33. Thai soup - coconut, lemon-grass, chicken, straw mushroom 34. Samosas 35. Triple chocolate brownies 36. Merlot 37. Taco salad 38. Beans and cornbread (cornbread must be made with a little sugar) 39. Gorgonzala cheese, especially when it is in the dish, Italian sausage, kale, cheese, pasta, Balsamic vinegar and olive oil 40. Cheese grits 41. Godiva chocolates 42. Quilted things my M-I-L makes 43. Looking into my house from the outside at night 44. My sewing room (that I can't actually walk into now) 45. All the fabric that lives in that sewing room 46. The thought of a puppy and puppy breathe 47. Hydranageas! When they are turning colors in October 48. Slipping into clean sheets after a hot shower knowing that there is something really good on TV to watch for 20 minutes before I fall asleep 49. Being on a sail boat in the middle of the Caribbean 50. Scuba diving in the middle of a school of fish and becoming one of them 51. Finding the perfect fallen branch 52. Knowing D will hide all of those perfect fallen branches I have found somewhere in the backyard 53. Wearing my paint clothes 54. Knowing I have a room to paint 55. Picking out a color for that room 56. Being in the garage with tools and making a mess 57. Dreaming of what I will do when I win the lottery, usually occurs during traffic jam driving home 58. Sitting down for Thanksgiving dinner with a bunch of friends 59. Decorating for that dinner 60. Remembering reading to M in bed and both of us falling asleep 61. The way my son looks at his girlfriend 62. The way my son's voice softens when he knows it is his girlfriend on the phone 63. The way my son makes his girlfriend something to eat 64. Carving pumpkins, then realizing we don't have enough and carving more pumpkins 65. Seeing my mom dress up in the most incredible outfit and her telling me the total cost, usually under $5 66. Eating food directly off my mother's plate (it always taste better) 67. When D grills dinner 68. Eating a meal on the deck 69. London 70. San Francisco fog and shops 71. Honeysuckle on a hot day 72. Sarcococca in January 73. Taking a photo and being shocked how wonderful it looks 74. Making mud pies with Matt and remembering my grandmother making mud pies with me 75. The feel of very worn sheets 76. A new canvas ready to paint 77. Quilts, the patterns, the colors 78. Swimming pools and a hot day 79. Sunbathing and having a tan (haven't seen that in years) 80. Steam rooms 81. Salt body scrub 82. Making homemade presents 83. Making cards, especially Christmas cards 84. Having lots of dogs in bed with us 85. The silence that comes with snow falling 86. Plates, thinking of owning new plates, looking at plates online, in catalogs 87. My family I never see in Texas 88. Linen shirts freshly ironed 89. The smell of old letters 90. The feel and weight of quality vintage table linens 91. Old books, art books, magazines of any fashion 92. Earth, Wind and Fire, Isley Brothers, Vivaldi, Al Green .... list to long to mention here 93. Any jewelry made by my friend Rita 94. Paper, any paper, things made with paper, books about paper, printed paper, torn paper 95. Ladybugs and lightning bugs 96. Knowing my house is completely clean 97. Playing games with family 98. Blogging and blogging friends 99. My Mac! 100. That we elected Barack Obama!
Wait, I might to make my list 200 ... ;) I still have lots of things I love left over.
If you don't understand what has brought our economy to it's knees, NOW had a great segment on Credit and Credibility. Warning: it will make you really angry! Wall Street screwed us royally and walked off with their golden parachute, leaving us, and the world, holding the (empty) bag.
2006 MFA Fine Art Thesis Exhibition: Katie Lewis, "Currently I am exploring how an invisible physical sensation is expressed and made visible with the daily practice of documenting the presence of numbness throughout different parts of my body. By abstracting, codifying, and systematizing the work, I want to evoke a sense of the passing of time, accumulation, attentiveness, presence and absence, control and loss of control, all in connection to the body that goes beyond a narrative of my individual experience, in turn, creating tension between the subjective and science and medicine’s objectification of the body." Found via the incredibly talented and deep thinking Kristy Hall.
My son just drove away to take his girlfriend home. I can hear him (his car) driving up Main Street. I have warned him many times ... you know, I can hear you driving about 6 blocks away. I hear every time you shift, the speed you are going. But here is the deal. I completely trust my son. I am not afraid for him when he leaves the house in his car. I don't fret when he drives away. I treasure his independence. I am excited that he has his freedom. I don't lose sleep when he is a little late coming home. He has always called to let me know where he is and his situation. And I wonder if there is something wrong with me as a mother. That I am not fearful.
I know he will always act in the best interest of himself. And I think that confidence is a little weird. Alas, I don't trust OTHERS, but I trust him. The trust that I have in him I think is the same trust that I know my mom had in me when she allowed me to go and do things far outside my "pay grade" when I was a teenager.
My M-I-L called tonight and we all coming together as a family this Christmas in Seattle. I was a little afraid with the economic crisis that might not happen. I am very excited. Games, dinners, fireside chats. My M-I-L is a remarkable woman. I wish you could all get a chance to meet her. ;) So the Millers will be all here as a family in Seattle this Christmas.
From my Canadian friend I have known since I was 20 ... so we have been friends for 30+ years. Oy. LeCain ... that is too long.
"To my darling husband,
Before you return from your business trip I just want to let you know about the small accident I had with the pick up truck when I turned into the driveway.
Fortunately not too bad and I really didn't ge t hurt, so please don't worry too much about me. I was coming home from Wal-Mart, and when I turned into the driveway. I accidentally pushed down on the accelerator instead of the brake. The garage door is slightly bent but the pickup luckily came to a halt when it bumped into your car. I am really sorry, but I know with your kind heart and magnanimous personality you will forgive me.
You know how much I love you and care for you my sweetheart.
I am enclosing a picture for you. I cannot wait to hold you in my arms again.
Australian artist, Robert Ryan"is fundamentally a storyteller using a seemingly primitive and hieroglyphic style to express his environmental and cultural concerns. His naïve and refreshing canvases reflect his keen exploratory eye, showing his audience a vividly compartmentalized and sophisticated mindscape."
When we lived in an old farmhouse in Rait, Scotland we shared our bath water almost every night. Well, way before that, we shared a hot bath water all the time. Usually my little brother would go first, my mom or myself would be second and third. If you were lucky enough to have a bath-full of hot water ... that was really fabulous. Tonight we did it again. Mom is feeling pretty sore all over and wouldn't take a hot bath until I suggested that I would use the water (full of Epsons salts) after her. That convinced her to dive in. And it made me remember all the bath water that has been shared between us. ') It made the bath feel even more special. So all warm and relaxed. Body slathered in AnthroGenx cream from the acupuncturist for my bad neck and back ... I am off to bed. Sweet dreams. (p.s. I couldn't convince M to make it a three-person-shared-bath-water).
Jennifer Aniston might have opened up about many things, but the most important thing she brought to Oprah's set was my friend Robin's photos of Jennifer dogs (seen below). Very talented! Very inspirational. She shoots the stars and so much more.