Before I tell you about the toad, I’ll keep you in suspense and tell you I’ve started a Redbubble account. Here’s the link to that: http://www.redbubble.com/people/mzzart
I found a toad in my back yard a few days ago. I’ve always liked toads. This one was the cutest one I’d ever seen. It was very photogenic and insisted that I take its pic. Yes, it was also a bit conceited. 😀 Here are a few of the pics I took. The one with the moon and another one are available at my Redbubble site.
The Toad’s Moon (yes, I did this with my computer. I couldn’t get the toad to pose beneath the moon. I tried.) 😀
Now, a side view of the toad (I know you’re excited!) 😀
And a front view of this very photogenic toad:
“I did it my wayyyyyyyyyyyy!” Frank Sinatra started his song with “And now the end is near, so I face the final curtain…” No worries. This illness isn’t terminal and I don’t plan on leaving the internet, just yet. Though, I do have my regrets and have felt like just giving up on putting my work out here for everyone to see. I’ve been posting my work for sale on the internet for about four years, now. I’ve worked a few of the popular print-on-demand sites. Work can mean a lot of things on those sites. Mostly, it really means exhausting yourself. For about a month I’ve entertained the idea of trying to sell work, myself, rather than trying to market it on the print-on-demand sites. Then, I realized that might have its own complications. I can’t give up. I need the money. I can’t work the sites as often as I’d like to because I’m just not well enough to do that. So…what to do?
Press #1 now, to speak to an annoying artist who thinks you should have her artwork in your home!
To be honest….I don’t know. For now, I’m going to keep going, in hopes that things will turn around. Maybe I’ll have home parties? Go ahead, laugh! If some people can sell Tupperware in other people’s homes, why can’t I do that with my art? How about standing on the street corner, dressed as the statue of liberty, waving a big sign that says “Buy my American Art!” Maybe I’ll become an annoying art telemarketer. Hey..why not? I already have hang-ups.
There’s no picture with this post, no intricate abstract drawing, no photograph of one of nature’s many gifts. I was born in the ’60s, a time when you’d turn on the TV and find static, that white, fuzzy stuff that made a sound like sizzling bacon. There was no picture. You could make the picture come on, just by standing a little to the left or the right. The screen would fill up with zigzag lines or tiny black and white dots. The zigzag lines were signs of hope, because those had more potential of becoming a picture. You could make those little lines and dots jump up and down, simply by waving your hand in front of the screen. Often, you went and did something else when it became apparent that your program wasn’t coming on.
I’ve just deleted a few paragraphs about static. I wrote an analogy and was trying to find a way of telling a personal story in an impersonal way. Instead, I’ll make it short and sweet like this: Sometimes you get the static and need an antenna. Sometimes you *are* the static, sometimes you *are* the antenna. And sometimes, you actually get a picture on the screen and can tune into your regular programming. I guess the the point is knowing when to even try to get that picture.
I really hope I haven’t confused you. Though I’m sure someone out there needed to read this, otherwise, I wouldn’t have gone through the trouble of writing it. 2015 is shaping up to be interesting in all kinds of ways, showing up in all kinds of static. Hang in there, you just might get the picture.