Snake to horse

 

I'm running out of spare words. It's easier to let the images tell the story.

Like Dee, my blog has been overrun with sketchy visitors. Brazil, Mexico, Argentina, Turkey, Iraq, Kenya, Malaysia, Jordan, Ukraine, Russian Federation, Viet Nam. Nigeria. Are you feeling a trend? 

At first, it felt like house creeps were rummaging through my lingerie. But research has given a few clues. Automated contacts to random blog posts by bots that are programmed to what? Is it touch and go, just confirming that the blog is active? If they are just scraping data. What for? If I'm teaching something to a robot somewhere, they should pay close attention.

Well, none of it was ever a secret, was it?

Early on, in the 1990s, I learned that information on the internet might as well be written between the stars. I have found websites that I built for other people when I was still using "HTML for Idiots."

Something I'm grateful to the cooties for, they land on posts that I haven't thought of in years. Some Good Shit if I do say so myself. 

Festivus for the Rest of Us

 

A shift

 

Shopping out of the way, digging up old WIPs is a good way to avoid cleaning. That can wait another day. I have to remember to put the music headphones on when I run the vacuum, recognizing that the noise that sends the cats all running causes me real pain.

I caught him just in time.

Rather than wait until someone found the time, I'm assembling this bathroom cabinet on my own. It's not IKEA, but Jake tells me that the fasteners are a good knockoff of the real thing. The parts are precisely made, and the directions are as clear as anything Lego puts out, and I've had a lot of Lego practice.

Using a power drill would be quicker, but I find using hand tools to be more accurate and contemplative. It took me an hour just to unbox it and check the inventory. Then I read all the instructions to be sure none of this was beyond my physical strength. Unboxed, it was forty or so pounds.

Almost finished now, it's been most satisfying if a little hard on the hands. Just like Lego, almost no force is necessary, but there's a lot of repetition. 

I'm looking forward to the real IKEA bookcases coming after the new year. 

getting on with it

About a week ago, I ran out of excuses to avoid taking this path through a very dark wood. What started as a nightmare that woke me from a deep sleep over a year ago has finally made it to the page.

Eight pages, for now, a good chunk of it heinous, violent murder from the pov of the antagonist. A lot less will be more, but this is where I have to start--staring horror in the face.

It's a very rough draft with many edits pending. This last run-through kept me fully occupied and away from the idiocracy spewing from all forms of media, and I'm grateful to myself for kicking it into gear. 

Sophie insists that her hips fit right next to mine in the stitching chair. Kinda.

You might be sick of seeing this meme, but it nails the feeling I had when I finished writing this scene. Sublimely indestructible? God like? High as a damn kite?

Update: I just spent about five minutes on Insta and saw this meme six times. I think the reason it's so popular is that we are desperate to feel this way, even if only for the length of a song and dance. 

(In case you haven't seen it, the comedy/drama, "Your Friends & Neighbors" on Apple TV, is worth getting a week's free trial. I'm on the second watch.)

I'm still toying with the idea of this being the cover of the book in progress, only I wish the background were black  

The S and the B just touching is intentional.

And if I don't stop fooling around with AI, my fingers are going to fall off or something else dire.

 

For Winter

 

I bought these for myself years ago. A tradition I need to revisit.

I don't recall what was being celebrated, if anything. Most likely, Publix put their overabundance of roses on sale for half price. I'll keep an eye out for the upcoming Soltice. 

Not square one

 
When all else stymies me and revolts, the Hearts bring me back to calm and order.  

Online digital shenanigans have been in my crayon box since the early '90s. I have AT&T to thank for jobs with mind-warping boredom, no supervision and all the technical power and equipment at my fingertips.

I started out collecting images of commercial batik fabric. Then I learned to use them as "fills". 

All this while learning to write the machine code necessary to build web pages. Any ambition and I would have been dangerous.

Eggzgrid Here

I pulled over in the neighborhood to grab this show, and a UPS truck snuck up behind and blew the horn. 

The guardians

 I pulled over to talk on the phone and they rushed to the fence to get between me and their cows. 

At Jake's there was a kinder welcome.

Charlie and I made an apple pie from (almost) scratch if you don’t count the pre-made crust that look like rolled up play doh. 

I've never done a crust from scratch. Boxed mixes are the limit of my baking skills and the store was out.

So I peeled, cut and measured while he wrote and illustrated the steps in a sketchbook. I amended the measurements the next day. Too much sugar!

When his Mom got home, his grades were tallied up and a big milestone was met and rewarded. 

By the time I return, it will probably be completed and I'll revisit my (apparently demonic) views on gluing projects permanently. 

Even a good AI watercolor had to start with a great photo. I'm missing my 35mm a little. 

Mummies All

 In addition to the piece in yesterday's post, these favorites. But I remember feeling torn about leaning into this technique. Leaving the hand of the cloth behind in favor of the visual impact of the design.

There's still an unease about it. 

Lavanderia 24x24 juried into Artquilt Elements in Philadelphia 2012 and didn’t come home. It sold!

Savage Lands

Mesopelagic

Old Comfort
One of the stars of the fiber mummy tutorial.

As Yet Unbaptized

Some bittersweet history for this one. 

somewhere in here (updated!)

 

Now that I've researched and obsessed over this piece for a few days, I can't find the damn thing. There's a reason that I can't put my hands on it, a message from the universe that I have to ponder. Decode. 

"The Bruised Heart" is mounted on a 16x20-inch canvas, so it's not rolled up in a pile with other still-soft pieces. 

The search is on. I have a physical this afternoon, and I'm afraid they are going to find my blood pressure alarming. At least I know why.

I had to provide an artist's statement and two images for the show in January. The words were easy. Deciding which two images to represent my work was very hard. 

It did NOT run off to join the circus. 

Grateful...

 ...to have been on the ground floor of a new obsession. I can't teach him anything but the basics. Thank goodness Jake is a patient teacher, the interaction wonderful to watch.

 

There were a lot of questions for Google because I never really played, just had an idea of how it was supposed to go. Play makes me tense and sweaty and I've lost five of six games most often because I forgot the Tiger lurks.

Rules, history, tradition. Culture. It's like visiting another planet.