I’ve been making a boat a day, out of the scrap paper around my desk. Sort of journaling via origami. We’ll see how long this lasts.
Month: January 2014
Found Poem
In succession,
each
a complete turn.
First the bloom,
raised bodily,
then the snake
alive.
A warning
on its way.
This is from an old book I found in a junk shop. It was falling apart, and I paid maybe $1.00 for it? I bought it with the intention of cannibalizing it for art, and also because of the title. Pick, Shovel and Pluck: Further Experiences “With the Men who do Things.” Yes. Men who do things. How could I resist that?!
Sinks! In! Bags!
After two days of being closed due to weather, then a third due to a broken water main, the library is now open again. Only we can’t drink the water. Which OF COURSE means that the water fountains and sinks are covered with black trash bags. That’s how we roll, yo.
Om Nom Nom
When I got Frances, she would not eat fruits and veggies. Nothankyou, ma’am! I’ve kept offering them to her, over and over and over again, and she has finally decided that they are for eating. Garlic dill pickles, tomatoes, green beans, carrots, apples, and clementines. Today’s success was green peppers.
Painty
I broke out the oil paints today and made an unholy mess.
Cabin Fever
The university was closed today, not that I would have tried going to work in this weather. We just got notified that it will be closed again tomorrow, too, which is just as well.
Last night I entertained myself by watching the temperature drop and watching the first episode of Arts & the Mind on PBS. Lots of interesting food for thought there. One of the questions raised is why do we consider the arts optional in US schools? We seem to understand that art is important. We know that without art, creativity, and imagination, all the math and science in the world will do us NO good. And then we turn around and cut the arts from school curricula.
So. Much. Cute.
Pollywog couldn’t get any cuter.
Snowday
There is an inch of slush on the ground, it it is wintry mixing as I type, and the temperature is supposed to drop 45 degrees overnight with a high of -8F tomorrow. O gross!
So I am watching bad TV and drinking peppermint tea while surrounded by a heap of cats and one little black dog. I might not move from this spot until Wednesday
Oh. And when I shared this photo on Facebook, my brother said I look like Velma from Scooby Doo.
A Poem
Moving the Furniture Around
Cabin fever won out, so I rearranged furniture. The unused, wasted dining room is now art space. It involved removing and rehanging a door and trading the round dining table for my old primitive farm table.
red paper boat 