Saturday, June 1, 2013

Bleeding Heart Highlight of the Day


At the closing of our tag sale this afternoon, my across the street neighbor, Nellie, called out in her tiny, accented voice, "Is your tag sale over?" I answered in the affirmative. She nodded and looked down over the handlebars of her tiny pink bike. I held up a handful of sparkly magic wands I'd made years ago and asked if she might like them. Her answer, "Yes, but I can't cross the street by myself." So much to her delight (and amusement), I delivered them (in bare feet across the burning pavement). "hothothothothot! ouchouchouchouchouch!" over and back. Giggles and big smiles.

Five minutes later, I hear, "Can I give you a special flower?" I look up and see Nellie at the edge of her lawn holding her little arm up in the air. I smile. "Yes! I'll come get it." A little more hot pavement and Nellie holds out her hand and explains, "It's special because it looks like a heart." I tell her it's beautiful and thank her excitedly before frying the soles of my feet for the fourth time. 


Friday, May 31, 2013

Daily Detail 1

I've lost count of how many works in progress I have going and can barely remember the last time I called a piece finished. I tend to take quite a few closeup photos of tiny details as I work. Sometimes I think I like the details more than the work itself. So in the spirit of acceptance, I've decided to go ahead and share these details as I have them. Don't let the post title fool you, the chances of me posting here every day are about as slim as the chances of me ever finishing another piece of art. Anyway, here's a quick up-close shot of a work in progress.

Thursday, May 30, 2013

Feline Persistence and States of Consciousness


Good things, bad things, and whatever fits between, let's just keep getting up in the morning until the confusion goes away and we land for a more extended period on the preferred side of the spectrum. So said Buster! My nearly 16 year old cat who is also my dad reincarnated and one of the reasons I made it through the end of the last century, cut short my slumber this a.m. to ensure that my face and hands were as clean as a cat tongue could make them. I'm choosing to believe he did so because he was onto the fact that my dreams were not being especially kind to me, and he figured some down home feline caring was the best way to ease me into consciousness. To honor his great deed, here is a remarkable animation with the power to transport us all into a fantastical feline reality.

Kindly,
-Steph

Saturday, May 25, 2013

Mentionables


Oh look. I'm back, and it's only been just over a week since last I spat whatever spittables I had into the ether. Ooooweee... nah skip it, I've got no energy for excitable exclamations today.

Before I forget, I know I left you wringing your hands in worry last time, but let me allay your fears. The chalk/sidewalk/kids in the public space thing I mentioned in my last post went well despite my ridiculously unpredictable state of mind. My lovely pal (M) accompanied me to the event and played the role of extrovert. With his gregarious ways and winning smile, M brought in the crowd so I was able to draw and chat more quietly with individual participants which was perfect. I met some very talented, very sweet kids and downright nice adults. Together, we brightened up the concrete and it made for quite a decent day.

Between then and now, I'm sure loads of other mentionables have occurred, and yet here I am without a memory of anything worth mentioning. When in doubt... talk about the weather? Sure. It's been raining for what seems like way too long. Everything is soaked through and the new worry is that mold may have actually made it's way through the blood brain barrier and sprouted a garden in the one place I'd rather it stay grey. If so, I guess at least something is blooming up there. How's that for reframing ye olde shitty perspective with a prettier slant, eh?

Motherofpearl, I should just go to sleep. There's always a chance tomorrow will be better than today.


Friday, May 17, 2013

Dead Fish Float


I've probably never told you this, but my fish are dead. I'm pretty sure I made the wrong faces today. Tomorrow may be very different... rapid cycling. No. This is not about a bicycle. Although it is that time of year, and now that I'm thinking about it, my bike needs a tune-up. Anyway, tomorrow might be excruciatingly awkward if it's not different. Tomorrow morning is set to be devoted to chalk, sidewalks, and kids in a public space. Making the wrong face is not something I want to add to the mix. Mixed, rapid cycling and difficulty mastering that "being ok with the unknown" thing is a bitch.

Sonovamother.

Hah. I just realized it's been two years almost to the day since I wrote an entry here. So much has happened. I don't want to talk about any of it. Well, Stumpy is still with us. I'm still making art. I've been thinking more and more about updating here, and tonight seemed a perfect time since I didn't feel like it, and I didn't feel like doing anything else either. That's how I spent my day, too, despite not feeling like doing anything, doing a variety of things in a half-assed manner because half-assed is all I could muster. This is what I have read and am told is the best course of action when I am in this state. Do, despite not feeling like doing.

That's all for now. Tune in next time for more... or less as the case may be.