when words fail me, which is often, I paint. When words work for me and are available on time, I am surprised.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Friday, May 22, 2009
Swimming In the Street
The night before graduation , well, 2 nights before
I was in an older city, like somewhere in Italy and the buildings on both sides of the city street scape are in view. I see a man on the sidewalk as i swim by, I am absolutely naked and swimming in the street which is water. I am thinking I know I am naked and I do not mind if the man sees me. I am feeling beautiful, powerful and strong as I swim a powerful breast stroke. I swim around the corner and under a tunnel bridge.
It was cooler than cool.
I will attempt to paint it this next few weeks.
I was in an older city, like somewhere in Italy and the buildings on both sides of the city street scape are in view. I see a man on the sidewalk as i swim by, I am absolutely naked and swimming in the street which is water. I am thinking I know I am naked and I do not mind if the man sees me. I am feeling beautiful, powerful and strong as I swim a powerful breast stroke. I swim around the corner and under a tunnel bridge.
It was cooler than cool.
I will attempt to paint it this next few weeks.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Life After School
Now, what? I guess I have time to sit and watch the irises bloom. I actually have time to smell them too- Mmmmmm, Can you smell em?
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Walking the Walk in Ruby Slippers
Thanks to Matt at Animal Mind for finally enlightening me to the embed link function- doh!
Let's watch this one more time:))
Let's watch this one more time:))
Friday, May 08, 2009
Walk The Walk
When I become overwhelmed i often have the same recurring nightmare; I am in high school and I am unprepared and I am not going to graduate. As an- at times- over zealous student, I am mortified, and then I declare in the dream that I do not need to finish high school, I went to college anyway.
In this dream I am sometimes teen aged and others my old aging middle aged self. I am the oldest girl in the class, older than my teachers often.
It is true, when my father left us for his chicksa new wife and family, I took it quite hard. I fell into a deep self loathing depression and stopped going to school. I stayed home to clean the house and read and who knows. I received the letter addressed to my parents which stated if I was not in school on Monday, I was not permitted to return, ever.
I threw it in the trash.
After some time I took the GED exam and went to college in upstate NY. My father bitched and moaned about the money and my mom bought a new sportscar and a fur coat, a few pieces of jewelry too I think.
I partied most of the time, took off to Grateful Dead tour most of the week and returned to take exams maybe once a week. I maintained a 3.80 average anyway and then after 2 semesters I entered the school of hard knocks.
A year later I gave birth to my first son. At 21 I was a proud (welfare) mother of 2 babies and on my own. I will be 44 this year.
A few weeks ago, after I completed my final academic course for my BA , I had the new version of the recurring dream:
This time I am not going to graduate from college because i have not completed my papers, I do not have time to write another one.
Listen up Psyche!!!!!
We are going to IOWA, in a few hours, you need to get that woman in her underwear away from the keyboard and get her dressed and packing.
You did graduate- or- you will, if you get your ass packing!!
Pomp and circumstance here we come.
In this dream I am sometimes teen aged and others my old aging middle aged self. I am the oldest girl in the class, older than my teachers often.
It is true, when my father left us for his chicksa new wife and family, I took it quite hard. I fell into a deep self loathing depression and stopped going to school. I stayed home to clean the house and read and who knows. I received the letter addressed to my parents which stated if I was not in school on Monday, I was not permitted to return, ever.
I threw it in the trash.
After some time I took the GED exam and went to college in upstate NY. My father bitched and moaned about the money and my mom bought a new sportscar and a fur coat, a few pieces of jewelry too I think.
I partied most of the time, took off to Grateful Dead tour most of the week and returned to take exams maybe once a week. I maintained a 3.80 average anyway and then after 2 semesters I entered the school of hard knocks.
A year later I gave birth to my first son. At 21 I was a proud (welfare) mother of 2 babies and on my own. I will be 44 this year.
A few weeks ago, after I completed my final academic course for my BA , I had the new version of the recurring dream:
This time I am not going to graduate from college because i have not completed my papers, I do not have time to write another one.
Listen up Psyche!!!!!
We are going to IOWA, in a few hours, you need to get that woman in her underwear away from the keyboard and get her dressed and packing.
You did graduate- or- you will, if you get your ass packing!!
Pomp and circumstance here we come.
Monday, May 04, 2009
BTW
Oh, in case any of you are disturbed by the mummy like picture on my comment profile- relax. I am making new friends. I have found a grad school program I want to participate in, Art Therapy. I need a sculpture or 2 for my portfolio. She is going to be fabulous.
It Worked; sort of
I spent way too much time trying to post the video clip of my blooming irises.Cut and paste and it works, sigh- I am so technologically challenged.
The Antique Road Show is on and it is still cool and raining outside. Gotta go- maybe I will write on the plane next weekend. I am graduating college this weekend, gonna be a riot.Love- just that.
The Antique Road Show is on and it is still cool and raining outside. Gotta go- maybe I will write on the plane next weekend. I am graduating college this weekend, gonna be a riot.Love- just that.
Saturday, May 02, 2009
Click your Heels 3 times Dorothy
If one more idiotic DJ says-We've skipped right over Spring and landed in Summer-
I am going to scream, or worse. This has been a beautiful cool Virginia spring and I am watching every day, taking pictures each day of the bloom of my purple iris garden. I have been working on this bulb garden for 6 years now. I started it with 30 plants given to me by a friend as she thinned her historic home garden. There can be only one- purple Irises only. Last year a yellow popped up and I banished it to another garden.
I dig up, separate, replant these bulbs each fall and wait all winter and early spring to see the show. You may think I am simple, but this garden is one of the greatest joys in my life.
There's no place like home, no place
I am going to scream, or worse. This has been a beautiful cool Virginia spring and I am watching every day, taking pictures each day of the bloom of my purple iris garden. I have been working on this bulb garden for 6 years now. I started it with 30 plants given to me by a friend as she thinned her historic home garden. There can be only one- purple Irises only. Last year a yellow popped up and I banished it to another garden.
I dig up, separate, replant these bulbs each fall and wait all winter and early spring to see the show. You may think I am simple, but this garden is one of the greatest joys in my life.
There's no place like home, no place
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