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.
- 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.
- I wore my hair in permanents for most of my twenties and thirties. I looked like a 90-year-old, minus the wrinkles.
- Beach glass is something I like to collect. My favorite colors are cobalt blue and any of the greens.
- I once won an entire case of Girl Scout cookies. It was a radio contest and I was the lucky caller. Major lifetime achievement!
- I’ve never broken a bone. (none of my own.) I also knock on wood.
- A metal skewer once impaled my leg. (I’ll spare you the details.)
- I spent over a month in the hospital when I was about 5 years old. I was in a coma.
- I’ve never been arrested.
- 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. I’m very forgetful. See? I forgot I’d already typed a 10.
- I’ve never been in an airplane.
- I have some weird stuff in my art room that I’m hoping to make other weird stuff from, some day.
- I just realized I don’t know how to get this thing to stop typing numbers before I type a sentence.
- Please bear with me.
- 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:
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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Have you ever had an idea or a thought that kept you awake? As a creative person, I get lots of those. They’re the birds on the tree branch, right outside your bedroom window. Their chirping soon gives way to to screeching. All you can do is roll over, put the pillow over your head, and hope the moon lulls the birds to sleep.
I told you I was weird. One of my more recent pieces fits that category nicely. The title comes from something my husband said. He was talking about how some people seem to repeat certain behaviors in a desperate attempt to get attention, but end up doing what he would call a bad parody of themselves. This digital piece illustrates that concept of a bad self-parody.
I’m working on a poem to go with this one, but I haven’t finished it. The title, itself, got my thoughts swinging in a negative direction and I had to put those lines away. I’ll indulge my inner pessimist some other day.