It was supposed to be sunny. Now they are alleging that we’ll see the sun on Thursday. I am not holding my breath.
Unfinished
10 x 8 inches
mixed media (graphite, gesso, and collage) on canvas
The bottom layer is a page of art history notes from college. I believe on Rodin, hence the repeated refrain of “Unfinished.” The tree is graphite, and the map is from an old world atlas.
Confidence Level: Zero
Comcast sent me a “new” modem last week. I finally had time to set it up today. Opened the box to find that the modem was scratched up and had what looks like a cigarette burn. It did not inspire confidence, but okayfine. We can’t have nice things. I’m used to that. Then I plugged it in and turned it on, and smoke came out of it, accompanied by an acrid smell of burning electrical wires.
I spent 45 minutes on the phone, on hold then talking to a very nice man from India. Not much he could do for me, which I expected, since it was a clear equipment failure. But he filed a report, and now I have to go to the Comcast office tomorrow to get a (hopefully working!) reacement. I was hoping to avoid driving over there, because I hate going to the west side.
Pomegranate (Again)
So. Much. Yum.
Pomegranate
The most infuriating, delicious food in the whole wide world.
Dear Frances: WTF?
I can’t imagine how that could be comfortable.
Wine and Glue
There was wine. And then there were two arts.
The top one has a line taken from an Alfred Tennyson poem, The Princess. It is tl;dr, yo. The poem is about higher education for women. The image is photos of an academic honors society, from a 1957 high school yearbook.
La colère petite
I love how he throws himself into the flop position when he realizes I won’t let him explore under the fir tree. Other than that, he quite enjoyed his snow adventure. He only decided he wanted to go back inside when the neighbor’s Weimaraner came flying out their patio door.
EEEEBOOOOLAAAAA!
Paw
Piglet likes to hold hands. And by hold hands, I mean he likes to put his paw on you and hold you down. Preferably while sitting on your chest, so you can’t breathe.
red paper boat 