Listening to the news this morning made me so very sad, and actually sick to my stomach.
I was almost unreasonable....my poor hubby simply wanted to listen to the news.
I listened as the naturalist read off the list of animals, ecosystems and enviroments that have been damaged beyond repair.
Birds that had laid eggs, that have nowhere for their young to return to; that is even if the eggs hatch.
Wetlands are distroyed, animals are dying covered in thick black crude oil.
The most beautiful, fragile elements on this planet are being killed and it seems that arguing and finger pointing are all that matters.
Booms should have been deployed weeks ago, clean up efforts should have been immediate.
BP should be tried for crimes against the Earth and thrown into a volcano...let Mother Nature sort out the details, and decide their fate as they have taken hers away.
I have witnessed yet another natural disaster, it is one of my worst fears in life.
To witness the death of our planet.
I am heart broken, and so deeply saddened.
We stopped along the ocean on the way home this evening, I needed to hear the ocean; know that it is still alive and fighting against this horrible crime.
I am so very sorry Ocean and all the fragile lovely beings within. Ones I know about and ones that are yet to be discovered.
The ocean was moving and living tonight...it was churning.
I had two back to back juried shows and being the procrastinator that I am I waited a little too long to get my ideas together.
Needless to say...I got things together, stayed up way too late too many days in a row, ate poorly and made some great things!
the topping to this lovely sundae of fun was that I got into all the shows I had hoped to.
I make lofty goals for myself and when I was told yesterday that two pieces made the show, I waited until returning to the car to cry with relief and joy!
I am feeling so so thankful and so so proud of myself.
ok back to reality sister.....I have more things to make.
Here is a photo interlude.
yummy mexican food place, velvet paintings of Elvis and bras on the lights
amazing light boxes with linocuts dipped in beeswax...the picture didn't come out very well, but I totally fell in love with them.
A great suprise was seeing a former classmate and now amazing painter Stephanie Jamgochian
Orange dot
Last night RATT was playing the Magestic Ventura...wow there was a lot of tight denim, tall hair and drunk women. Walking past many of them offered some seriously funny bits from their conversations.
Today I was struck by the above image, how beautiful is that! Fragile and massive and rough and smooth.
yummy.
I love looking at "in pictures" on the BBC newspage.
It helps me feel small.
I think we connect with things visually, so to read a news story is one thing, but to see it is another all together. I think that the impact of images still holds true.
Thank goodness for us "image makers"
I needed a little soothing today after a long night of pushing myself printing, pushing myself in a good way. Thinking how can I make this better, stronger leaner. It was very rewarding and I didn't want to stop! Saddly, I was up too late for a "work night" and I am paying the price now.
A cup of chai and a HUGE glass of water are helping out.
I have known who this painter was since I was a child. My Aunt and Uncle had a print of his painting
"Son of Man" in their home for as long as I can remember.
I remember always being fasinated by it and as a child asking repeatedly why his face was covered by an apple and why was he all alone.
ahhhhhhh art blooming.
When I saw this auction announced I was immedately taken by a tiny detail about the letters.
"Asking his friends advice on painting titles"
I can personally attest to the long process in finding the right titles for work....hearing that he struggled with this process as well was charming and reassuring.
I am not a metal fan, and have never claimed to be...but after I married a metal head...I became aware of who this man was.
I learned a bit more from him while watching a metal show...he claims he brought to fame the classic metal hand. index and pinky to the sky while the others remain folded under....he learned it from his grandma to ward off the evil eye.
Ronnie died today from stomach cancer....it is hard to believe that such a strong voice and icon in the metal industry is gone.
Deep condolences to his family.
Thanks Mr. Dio for teaching me how a note can last forever!
El Rey- bras on the lights and velvet Elvis paintings
I am headed in the right direction...I am in a new show and have made new work over the weekend.
Hubby and I had a night out on Saturday and take in the weekend and my newest show.
I wanted ice cream and he was willing to foot the bill so we headed downtown for some.
We took the back way and headed thru a local shop to the main drag.
I love walking thru the headshop on the way to Main St....it has a million things to look at and a funny mix of porn and trinkets. This particular place has been around forever and I even went here right out of high school for punk music and posters. Now, I buy hoops for my stretched lobes and maybe a funny little toy or two out of the "rave inspired" clothes for my niece or nephews.
just some of the hundreds of shoe options
The shop has an amazing array of shoes to choose from and they range from hippie shoes to "shoes that get worn but not walked in" If you know what I mean
I spied a strange sight in the Incense department...when I think incense I think rasta, hippie, stoner...but this pack of Lynard Skynard has a different theme in mind.
Note the bustin from the seams bikini gal amid Marley and Krishna
If I fail at making a good career at art making I can always pick up these and have a second choice.
