Jellies, Giant. Waterworld 2.

Played with the Jellies from the Art Blog to see what a dark drawing would look like...this is quickly PhotoChopped. I also tried it with a large Sharpie and liked that outcome better...perhaps it was the fumes!

End of the road...

Driving is a time when the drone and monotony of the engine can give way to tears. Maybe it’s just ‘alone time’ when I have my thoughts to myself, or private time when I think too much. I remember my dad and think ‘life isn’t fair’; I think of my mom’s sadness which makes me sadder. If someone passing would see this river of tears, they’d probably call the Sheriff on the crazy lady sniveling down the road. I usually suck it up by the time I get where I’m going and force myself to think of the ‘here and now’.
So, on my way home from Manhattan, drudgerdly-low feelings began to converge…I recalled a year ago this Christmas week…reflecting on the excitement of a certain ‘crush’ and the thrilling feelings when he’d said, “I’ll call you before New Years!” Those simple words made me want to skip about like an enchanted teenager and despite that teeny taunting subconscious (“Yeah, right!”), I cradled that phone day and night. Yes, a delighted daze, you know, when your eyes shine nonstop in a bedazzled smile and joyous butterflies dance on your collarbones! A few days pass, then two more…. and the pleased smile is soon replaced by glitter tears while the butterflies trudge in your gut and low shoulders hunch in that downhill spiral…
Suck it up again…Oh such is life! You’d think one would know better by now!

Google Fishies

Courtesy of Bailey's printed fish I took from the Molokai blog, I created my own version of a "google".

Doll Babies; Yippee!

The computer is working again (thankfully!) and it also has a newer version of PhotoShop, so I had to do a quick experiment today after I broke the frozen clothes off of the clothesline...

So, for fun, here is Bailey and Terry with some filters and eye-emphasis!

If you view the image larger, their eyes are NOT clotted with black mascara...its just the Poster Edges doin' its job...

Bruised Shins, Surreal Men

I always appreciate it when I discover someone has actually LISTENED to me...I have a short-coming with men--it SEEMS like they listen to what you say but I have discovered years ago that they don't really HEAR anything or they hear some of it and prefer to tell themselves, 'f**k her...she's pretty timid...I'll get by with doing anything I want'; which, regardless whether I ever bring up a situation again or not, I can pleasantly (and darkly) hold a HELL OF A GRUDGE. Yes, I won't forget, and that means things that happened 30 years ago.

(It was funny, but at basketball last night, the young ref got off on a tangent about men--she'd had it up to HERE [motioning to her chin] and wasn't going to show interest in THEM again because THEY weren't worth it... I grinned at this--such bitterness in a cute 23 year old!)

Perhaps their heads are wrapped in sheets of imaginary sound-proof bubble-wrap....NO. That's just crap. I won't even try to make up excuses for them.

But my appreciation hasn't been mentioned yet!

Thank you, Google, for posting the birthday of a surreal artist today: Rene Magritte.

I was overjoyed when someone approached me (male, in fact: young enough that the typical errors made by his elderly male influences have yet not marred his tender young soul! ha!) and said, 'Ms. D! Did you see Google? It has that artist....Renny Magrit or however you say it...the one with no faces!" I was delighted that he remembered our discussion of several weeks ago and told him so.

(Although, had it been a little too thought-provoking to explain that the artist was said to 'hide' his painted faces behind painted objects because when he was a young boy he'd seen his mother's wet nightgown wrapped around her head as they pulled her drowned body from the water?? Or was telling this little tidbit of information the soul reason that the artist was vividly remembered??!! Hmmm.)

I made an a$$ of myself this morning by tripping completely over a small space heater--catching my shins hard and bowling (BOWLING-ha-Magritte!) myself over the top, flat as a pancake in the early morning dark after taking a shower and trying to find my glasses. Unfortunately I did not have a towel wrapped around my head as a blind excuse for this amazing gymnastical feat. Here is the asinine part: I did the exact same thing 1 hour later when I rushed back into the house to turn off a light. (sheepish look here)

By the time I got to work a couple minutes later, I could hardly move my head from side to side--so much for weeks of chiro visits; I efft up my shoulder/back good this time and told this little story of the 'stealthy killer spaceheater' to a (supposedly) concerned workmate when he asked me what was wrong...

How nice that someone cared!

Luckily I got a chiro appointment right after work. As I was leaving I was asked 'why I was going and how I'd messed up my neck?' BY THE SAME PERSON MENTIONED in the paragraph right above this one.

See what I mean???

A Small Addiction...

There are many little insignificant things that I find exciting and give me a thrill; things I see and want and need (not really!) ...unusual beads, lovely or dark graphics, bolts of fabric and scraps of material, sunny days, rusty objects, peeling paint, tropical plants.... .... ..... .... ..... .... fonts.
If I find a font site that has great diversity, I can spend HOURS scrolling around and clicking away and more hours unzipping them-- thus when I get ready to actually DESIGN an actual graphic for someone, it takes forever to choose the perfect one suited for a special project.
Dafont.com is one of my hunting grounds... I quickly inverted these and none-too-carefully wanded away any black. Of course I have to put it on some kind of texture... I have this obsession with GRUNGE...

1st Day of November...

Autumn and today you can wear shorts; last night some of the kids trick or treated barefoot! I always like this Fall pic...that night Bailey dressed as a butterfly, Tegan was Indiana Jones, and Brigham was obstinate.
HAPPY FALL!

(I hate fall.)