Friday, February 27, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
Oh the toys. and all of this when I have cleaned off my credit cards at great cost and sworn never to allow an accumulation of debit again. Actually last year I swore to thrift shop wardrobing except for shoes and lingerie and I had quite a bit of fun with it. I wound up dancing at a gathering in a leopard print silk skirt and designer black lace top with lovely boots that were also thrifted. I actually got quite carried away with it in a good way. so with all the financial grief that abounds, I am once again so swearing..even more so as I have noticed what and where my spending wanders. In truth, I would rather focus on art toys. I am lucky enough that I really don't require a professional wardrobe. I wander into an office, but it is my own and no one can really judge or demand. Hair and make-up demand care. pricey, too. sigh. Part of me would be happy to run off and live in a cabin, let my hair go gray, my skin get tanned and leathery and just paint away. Be a next generation Tasha Tudor. But there is a husband and family and taxes and stuff. Oh, the stuff. I read a blog where the author was divesting herself of one thing a day. 365 things. I liked it. I wanted to do it. I still may. Of course, I will need that stuff within a week of giving it away, but that would just make me more judicious about what I wanted/needed in life. an important lesson, no ? Art supplies...yes. 35 handbags..maybe no. sketchbooks..yes. a never used dvd player....no. Good winter boots...yes. four coats I have not worn in three years...no. hmmm.......appetizers for thoughtfulness.
Time to be off to the woods and see what the lake has to say. My husband asked me if I get bored just walking out there in the same place all the time. I tried to tell him it is not the same place all the time, but a different place almost everytime, but he couldn't quite see that. He said it was the same path, the same lake. I disagreed, but then I realized that when he went with me, he really didn't see anything at all and if you don;t see anything at all, then it would be the same everytime, so he would have been correct.
The last time, there were battalions of robins so busy pecking at the ground for worms, they didn't even move when you came near. They might lift their heads and look at you as if to ask what you wanted, but they were very busy and went straight back to it, stuffing their little beaks. It is colder today and I don't expect to see them at all, but I certainly expect to see something.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
I always wanted to be some sort of sea creature. A shrimp would do. They are really kind of cute. An oyster would br fine..a little more secure, though I've watched seagulls make short work of them. Most romantic, of course, would be a mermaid. My favorite mermaid tail, er , um tale, is rather contemporary. It actually is about a mermaid and a human female drawn together by the machinations of men...or it would appear that way. The woman's husband nad company "capture" the mermaid and have her on board a ship when all sorts or misadventures begin to happen including the mermaid escaping and eating one of the sailors. Then she loses her fins and becomes human and vulnerable to the revenge of the sailors who want to do what sailors do to women and she is rescued by the human female. About this time a storm breaks lose, the ship founders and the mermaid transforms once more into a sea monster. She is a Circe feeding all her mermaid children chunks of tasty sailors until the only living thing is the woman who will find herself pregnant with a strange child after this adventure, but that will be another story.
a little macabre to like such a bloody story, but I liked the vengeful fish woman who had mercy on her human sister. I liked her beauty and her strength. Temptress who would eat her lovers for dessert. Yum-yum.
So she came out into my little book. An odalisque under a full moon which just may fortell a transformation. What kind, you ask???? Oh you may not want to know. You may want to turn the page a search a gentler image than this waterlady. No seagull is going to bother her. No sailor will. No one.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
January saw me clearing and oraganizing my studio. I excavated my easel and set in a corner, the better to do the larger acrylic pieces. I finished a set of adorable cupcake paintings for my kitchen and made that space more my own. I let go of trying to create art for to please buyers, husbands and friends and founf a tiny book set me a new path I am enjoying for the journey itself.
Business is slow and needs much attention. the harder I go the behinder I get, but the art flows. How funny is that. There may be a point of critical mass, but today is not that day. A steep car repair bill frightens me, but also guarantees another year of freedom from car payments. A gift of travel beckons and I believe I will follow. New opportunities seem to present themselves in ways I would not have imagined a year ago and I accept with a smile. Yes. I say yes.