sundays are perfect days to ...
stay in bed until 11am.
stay in your robe until 1.
have 3 hour phone calls with your parents.
make big breakfasts for yourself.
dance around your living room.
water the lawn
fix your bike
daydream
clean your desk
wash the dishes
take naps
go for walks
lay in the grass at the park
fly kites
make cookies
eat gelato for lunch
sit on the step and feel the sunshine on your skin
drink coffee or tea until you have to pee
lay on the floor
play video games
think about the one that got away
imagine you were brave enough to say what you really felt
read all day
pet the cats
scrub the floors
don't answer the phone
watch video clips
play with the dog
paint something
build something
draw something
untangle some string
read your journals from 2 years ago and tell yourself, "you've come a long way baby"
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Saturday, April 25, 2009
saturday april 25th
I feel like I have so many little things happening lately. About 5 different projects happening, which feels good to jump from one to another
sample of the slip project and lots of little drawings shaping up for a book.
Went thrift store shopping this week. I had a day off in the middle of the week which is always nice. Found some new lovely shades, an amazing bookcase with glass front shelves that I've been wanting forever and all the supplies to make this lovely bag for grocery and project lugging.
Critical mass was yesterday, good thing C. called me to remind me just before they left. I have missed about 5 months of CM. I threw on my shoes and sweater and filled up my water bottle and was out the door with a low rear tire and an odd squeak. I caught up with the tail end. We rode through gaslamp, which is always fun on friday nights, through the baseball stadium, over to point loma and then to Ocean Beach . We lost a lot of people at this point, but the locals were still really impressed with all the bikes. I also found a bike brother, someone who has my exact front fork on his raleigh bike, Alex. His friends got us out of OB and back into downtown, thankfully I met these guys, 'cause I would have been seriously lost and it would have been a long night ride/walk home in the dark. It wasn't til we were cruising back up 5th that we realized we have a mutual love of Pho. I have been on the hunt for a good Pho place and apparently Alex knows the place so we agreed to a Pho schmate soon. Can't wait. We split off at University, they headed to the bar, and I headed up the hill to home. Along the way I ran into another guy on his way home from CM with a speaker hanging around his neck and a cd deck strapped to his bike. We laughed about how long the ride was, by this point it was about 11pm and we had been riding for 3 hours straight. Split off at the same street and headed home. Stretching and sleeping never felt so good.
sample of the slip project and lots of little drawings shaping up for a book.
Went thrift store shopping this week. I had a day off in the middle of the week which is always nice. Found some new lovely shades, an amazing bookcase with glass front shelves that I've been wanting forever and all the supplies to make this lovely bag for grocery and project lugging.
Critical mass was yesterday, good thing C. called me to remind me just before they left. I have missed about 5 months of CM. I threw on my shoes and sweater and filled up my water bottle and was out the door with a low rear tire and an odd squeak. I caught up with the tail end. We rode through gaslamp, which is always fun on friday nights, through the baseball stadium, over to point loma and then to Ocean Beach . We lost a lot of people at this point, but the locals were still really impressed with all the bikes. I also found a bike brother, someone who has my exact front fork on his raleigh bike, Alex. His friends got us out of OB and back into downtown, thankfully I met these guys, 'cause I would have been seriously lost and it would have been a long night ride/walk home in the dark. It wasn't til we were cruising back up 5th that we realized we have a mutual love of Pho. I have been on the hunt for a good Pho place and apparently Alex knows the place so we agreed to a Pho schmate soon. Can't wait. We split off at University, they headed to the bar, and I headed up the hill to home. Along the way I ran into another guy on his way home from CM with a speaker hanging around his neck and a cd deck strapped to his bike. We laughed about how long the ride was, by this point it was about 11pm and we had been riding for 3 hours straight. Split off at the same street and headed home. Stretching and sleeping never felt so good.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
waiting
Oh boy I am so in love with tiny pencil drawings!
I drew a lot today while waiting for things to happen. It was a good way to kill the between moments. kind of like what I used to do with books when I was a kid. read in between events. I am absolutely loving the tiny pencil drawings. May get some more tattoos.
I drew a lot today while waiting for things to happen. It was a good way to kill the between moments. kind of like what I used to do with books when I was a kid. read in between events. I am absolutely loving the tiny pencil drawings. May get some more tattoos.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
April 15th
I love my hands and my vintage mirror. It is really cold today, biting heavy winds. two scarves, and it just so happens that all my warmest clothes are brown. that's odd.
When the ball is rolling one project always begets another. I love following the thread. Lots going on this week.
I brought in a huge piece of cardboard a few weeks ago, thinking I would turn it into a temporary wall with windows for Meg to climb or peek through, but then after we turned it into the cat drive thru window "Your order of mouse toys is ready" we bent it up and then I just started playing with the exacto blades.
I collected some seeds, I was drawn to the colors and shapes and textures and how they reflected moonlight, I started drawing them and then this...
The plastic project, inspired by a) plastic b) seal gut parkas c) quilts d) lee bontecou.
Investigations:
I'm drawn to anything ice-like/glacier-like, watery or has this texture
non-art related:. just got a felt pick for the uke. Thanks Dale and Cerise
Went to the aquarium again, this time with Mary. we love this tiny frog and of course my favorite the sea dragons. This was after we went to the
Body Worlds exhibit and were grossed out by the real dead bodies cut into crazy displays by mad scientists and then deemed educational. Sorry no pictures of that one, it wasn't allowed. I wouldn't want to show you drawer man anyway.
50 cents apeice. Japanese rockin robin salt shakers, technically maybe they are cardinals
Cardboard remains were cut into arrows that I've been taping all over the house as reminders to look or interact with certain things. New clock in the living room that I always forget is there. Which perfectly matches the flower shaped one in the kitchen ( thanks John). Bones are good reminders. my stick weaving with daily messages is nice to wake up to, and this chair in the kitchen is the best seat for sunlight, lovely white blossom smells, humming bird sightings. I also have one pointed to the sewing machine and the stereo.
I have a stye in my right eye, which makes my eye really tired and painfull, as most styes do, Mary's nephew made me an eye patch out of paper with an eyeball drawn over my real eye. it's awesome. I basically Love it. But my right eye is my dominant eye, which makes an eye patch interesting. I really have to reprogram some synapsis.
Michelle and I took Camden out, went to the art store. we are such art supply lovers. She got some new canvas' and I got some new paper and paint for a new project. and then we had giant $10 hamburgers with grass fed beef, they were ah-ight, not worth sitting in the cold wind for, Glad the budget still has room for espensive burgers.
When the ball is rolling one project always begets another. I love following the thread. Lots going on this week.
I brought in a huge piece of cardboard a few weeks ago, thinking I would turn it into a temporary wall with windows for Meg to climb or peek through, but then after we turned it into the cat drive thru window "Your order of mouse toys is ready" we bent it up and then I just started playing with the exacto blades.I collected some seeds, I was drawn to the colors and shapes and textures and how they reflected moonlight, I started drawing them and then this...
The plastic project, inspired by a) plastic b) seal gut parkas c) quilts d) lee bontecou.
Investigations:I'm drawn to anything ice-like/glacier-like, watery or has this texture
non-art related:. just got a felt pick for the uke. Thanks Dale and Cerise
Went to the aquarium again, this time with Mary. we love this tiny frog and of course my favorite the sea dragons. This was after we went to the
Body Worlds exhibit and were grossed out by the real dead bodies cut into crazy displays by mad scientists and then deemed educational. Sorry no pictures of that one, it wasn't allowed. I wouldn't want to show you drawer man anyway.
50 cents apeice. Japanese rockin robin salt shakers, technically maybe they are cardinals
Cardboard remains were cut into arrows that I've been taping all over the house as reminders to look or interact with certain things. New clock in the living room that I always forget is there. Which perfectly matches the flower shaped one in the kitchen ( thanks John). Bones are good reminders. my stick weaving with daily messages is nice to wake up to, and this chair in the kitchen is the best seat for sunlight, lovely white blossom smells, humming bird sightings. I also have one pointed to the sewing machine and the stereo.
I have a stye in my right eye, which makes my eye really tired and painfull, as most styes do, Mary's nephew made me an eye patch out of paper with an eyeball drawn over my real eye. it's awesome. I basically Love it. But my right eye is my dominant eye, which makes an eye patch interesting. I really have to reprogram some synapsis.
Michelle and I took Camden out, went to the art store. we are such art supply lovers. She got some new canvas' and I got some new paper and paint for a new project. and then we had giant $10 hamburgers with grass fed beef, they were ah-ight, not worth sitting in the cold wind for, Glad the budget still has room for espensive burgers.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
post 137
I started this blog about 2 years ago.
Why?
Not sure. maybe to help capture the quietness, the nothingness, the tiny things that happen day to day.
The things that seem magic.
I found a baby squirrel last week in the dirt, I scooped him up and took him to the wildlife rescue center. He had curled up in my apron and was sleeping so sweetly. The smiley old lady thanked me for being such a kind person.
I spend a lot of time reading and surfing the web, I suppose everyone does, sometimes it makes me feel bad that I'm not making artwork, or pushing myself more, but this year feels like a year of rest, of waiting, of sitting quietly and letting things roll by, a year of inaction.
I think about all the craziness of that last relationship and all the things I miss most. Having someone to share things with constantly, someone to laugh with, someone to be my weird playful self around and not feel self conscious. Someone to bury my head into when I felt tired or sad.I miss the size of him sometimes more than anything, he was someone to crawl into.
a way of hiding from myself I think.
it makes the silence and empty space feel so appropriately timed in my life right now.
A year for taking stock, a year for calmly looking at myself with understanding, a year of quietly accepting things. A year for seeing truths.
I don't cry as much anymore, things are just kind of there and I don't feel them as intensely as I used to, this kind of makes me sad, but then everything about this year just is what it is and I calmly float on from one day to the next.
Why?
Not sure. maybe to help capture the quietness, the nothingness, the tiny things that happen day to day.
The things that seem magic.
I found a baby squirrel last week in the dirt, I scooped him up and took him to the wildlife rescue center. He had curled up in my apron and was sleeping so sweetly. The smiley old lady thanked me for being such a kind person.
I spend a lot of time reading and surfing the web, I suppose everyone does, sometimes it makes me feel bad that I'm not making artwork, or pushing myself more, but this year feels like a year of rest, of waiting, of sitting quietly and letting things roll by, a year of inaction.
I think about all the craziness of that last relationship and all the things I miss most. Having someone to share things with constantly, someone to laugh with, someone to be my weird playful self around and not feel self conscious. Someone to bury my head into when I felt tired or sad.I miss the size of him sometimes more than anything, he was someone to crawl into.
a way of hiding from myself I think.
it makes the silence and empty space feel so appropriately timed in my life right now.
A year for taking stock, a year for calmly looking at myself with understanding, a year of quietly accepting things. A year for seeing truths.
I don't cry as much anymore, things are just kind of there and I don't feel them as intensely as I used to, this kind of makes me sad, but then everything about this year just is what it is and I calmly float on from one day to the next.
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