YAY! and some randomness…

I haven’t updated this so-called blog for a while. There’s a reason for that: I couldn’t get in. I forgot that I’d changed my email addy associated with the account. There are reasons I forgot, all of which will only bore you.

Now for that randomness. Here are some things I bet even my closest friends may not know about me. If you’re an artist, please let me know if we have any of these things in common. That way, I’ll feel like an actual artist.

  1. I can touch my nose with my tongue. That means one of these body parts is long. Or it just means two of my body parts, at least, are very coordinated.
  2. I wore my hair in permanents for most of my twenties and thirties. I looked like a 90-year-old, minus the wrinkles.
  3. Beach glass is something I like to collect.  My favorite colors are cobalt blue and any of the greens.
  4. I once won an entire case of Girl Scout cookies. It was a radio contest and I was the lucky caller. Major lifetime achievement!
  5. I’ve never broken a bone. (none of my own.) I also knock on wood.
  6. A metal skewer once impaled my leg. (I’ll spare you the details.)
  7. I spent over a month in the hospital when I was about 5 years old. I was in a coma.
  8. I’ve never been arrested.
  9. My closest local friend has no social media accounts. (Yes, these people do exist and I’m beginning to envy them.) She rarely emails me but texts me on her phone all the time.
  10. 10. I’m very forgetful. See? I forgot I’d already typed a 10.
  11. I’ve never been in an airplane.
  12. I have some weird stuff in my art room that I’m hoping to make other weird stuff from, some day.
  13. I just realized I don’t know how to get this thing to stop typing numbers before I type a sentence.
  14. Please bear with me.
  15. There you go. Disclaimer: None of these random facts contain clues to my passwords. I promise. Here’s a pic of my pit mix, Abbey Kadabra:20180805_124316

So goes art…

We make our plans and life has a way of rearranging them. The same thing happens with artwork. We start out with a sketch, hoping to turn it into a similar painting. Something happens and it turns into something either just a little different, or changes into  something unalike what we had in our minds.

This painting is no exception. At this point, it doesn’t look much like a painting. The colors are as close to the original as I can get. Artworks just don’t look the same once you scan or photograph them. Well, that’s how it is for me, anyway. So, I used a program to make the scanned copy look more like my painting.

The image also looks a little different than my sketch. I decided to put a glove on one hand. You might interpret the meaning of the glove differently than I do.  Years down the road, we might both look at this image differently. That’s because life changes our perspectives.

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Once in a while, a bit of wisdom flashes across my tired brain cells and I feel compelled to share:

Procrastinating is a verb. That means I am doing something, right?


Who says procrastination means doing nothing? Procrastinate is a verb.

“Procrastinating” is the verb of the day. I should say, “was”. I procrastinated for about four hours. I checked all my email accounts, facebook, looked through my pics, ate bad food, did all the things necessary in putting off what I should be doing. What I should have been doing had nothing to do with art, btw. I should have been making two phone calls.

I finally got tired of clicking and noshing and decided to call the insurance company and the provider’s offices. Did I mention I don’t like making phone calls to offices? The first call greeted my ears with something that sounded like someone was strangling a bird. My apologies to other sensitive, visual thinkers. The second call had not only a call menu, but a few sub-menus. Yes, I said sub-menus. These are the reasons why I was procrastinating in the first place. This always happens when I call these people.

One thing I don’t procrastinate on is art. In fact art has become one of the things I do to procrastinate. It’s a way of producing something so I won’t feel so guilty for procrastinating.

Lately, I’ve been working on illustrations for a local author’s book. This is a first for me. I’ve made several attempts to fit this guy’s descriptions. I finally did a really good drawing and I’m waiting for him to get back to me. Despite a family crisis and not feeling well, along with the holidays happening, I’ve been able to produce several drawings. This is one of my failed attempts. Have a good day!