oil on canvas (details)
Month: January 2008
Silvering
Junk in My Trunk
Or, rather, crap in my bag. I’m a big, fat cheater, and lazy, too, so I’m recycling a photo I posted to Flickr a few days ago for the “stuff in my bag” group.
Missing from the photo is the composition book I usually carry in the back pocket. Also, my camera. Also, a huge mountain of grocery store receipts and pennies. I think those things breed in the dark recesses of people’s purses. Or maybe it’s just mine?
The Story
The Story
(a found poem)
The story was a riddle
pointing to a shimmering surface
to hidden depths
to inner experience.
The story
neither sought nor found
like a melody continually improvised
full of blasphemy
for many generations venerated
should not be read simply.
The story
found in the garden
between the infinite and finite
above the abyss that separates
the failed and perfection
depends upon the divine
hidden deep within
as well as outside.
It’s a Bouncing Baby Rebel!
This will be arriving early next week. The lens adapter and various other stuff to go with it will have to wait until I get my federal return, but I’ve received my state return, and that gave me just enough to get the camera itself.
I am vibrating with excitement, and I very well may not sleep until Mr. Rebel arrives.
Now, I’m off to watch Harry Potter. I meant to watch it last night, truly, but I was just too tired and cranky, so I decided it might be better to try to get a decent night’s sleep, instead. Which, as it turns out, was a good plan, onna counta I’m probably not going to be sleeping AT ALL for the next few days.
That is all. As you were, comrades.
PeeEss: There will be arting, even if it kills me!
Smoke and Clouds
There will be art tomorrow, come hell or high water. I finally got my hands on a copy of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (no thanks to Netflix!), so I intend to be completely useless tonight. No doodling, even, as it is sure to require 100% of my attention.
Sunlight
It was clear and cold last night, and when the sun came up this morning, it bathed the tops of the buildings across the street in a pink glow.
Faucet Handle
Women’s Bathroom, Herman B Wells Library
I Require Chocolate and World Domination
Make that more chocolate and world domination. I already had a Butterfinger Crisp, and that just wasn’t sufficient. That in itself is disturbing, because normally, I can only eat half a candy bar or I feel sick. I’m not about to fork over another 80¢, though, so I’ll have to wait until I can go home and bake brownies or a cake or something. Anything! As long as it’s chocolate.
And then, the world domination.
No New Tale to Tell
When my youngest brother was a wee ‘un, this was one of his favorite songs. Whenever the video would come on, he’d dance and sing along with it.
He also used to ask, “Why won’t that man turn around?” about this poster on my wall.
red paper boat 