Get Ready for some PRESSURE!

I'm gonna be blogging every day in January. The NaBloPoMo theme is PRESSURE. You will definitely see a trend. Instead of using my own pictures every time I'll be linking to some on the interweb. I hope you enjoy the journey.

Forgotten Poems Tsunami In memory of Indonesia 2004

Nine years ago? How can that be? I remember when it happened I thought about this poem. I wrote it in Naples Florida when I was all of 23 years old. I didn't really understand the devastating power but I sure do now. I think I had read something in Reader's Digest about them.

9/21/82

Tsunami-Death Wave

Tsunami
   Your name brings fear
   Into the hearts
   Of those who have known
   Your wrath

Tsunami
   Most terrifying wave of all
   An earthquake
   Is your mother
   Deep waters are your home

Tsunami
   You start as innocent
   As ripples on a pond
   But your energy
   Could kill us all

The Fruits of Our Labors

Love seeing my hats in action!

Please Stand by For Technical Difficulties

My illness drug on a lot longer than I had hoped and now I can't get my internet to work at home so I am posting this from work. If it's not one thing it's ten others so stay tuned for more fun later kids.

Forgotten Poems #5 or 6

Not doing things in a logical order here. Sorry, my bad. Doesn't help that my book is now falling apart either. Shuffle and reshuffle.

9/20/82 (Naples Florida)

The meaning of words
Who can be sure?
If our ears
Could only discern the truth
We'd know
The world's men prove to be liars
Never showing any trust
Don't let your guard down
Even for a minute
Beware the best of friends
Behind the smiles are daggers
To cut you deep
To make you bleed
To laugh at your pain
These are troubled times
When whispers of betrayals
Seem to drown out
Shouts of joy


Wow I wish I remembered why I wrote this. Or do I? Maybe ignorance really is bliss. I like to look ahead not dwell on the past. That's probably a good thing.

Another Art Journal Page. Yes the fun just keeps on coming

I go from one thing to the next in my art. I always have. Six months crocheting, three weeks using watercolors, a month and a half cutting crazy quilt fabrics. 

Right now it's my big mixed media art journal. Love it love it love it.

And crocheting of course. This hat is for a friend in Boulder CO for his grandson. He sent me one of his hand blown glass ornaments as a barter

It's the purple thing in front of the encrusted chest.

If Washingtons Grew on Trees: Art Journal Page

Stupid title but a fun page anyway. I just need a quote to complete it.

I got the stamps at my favorite thrift store, The I.D.E.A. Store in Champaign, IL

Here's their Facebook page

https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-IDEA-Store-by-CUSF

How I just spent my four day Vacation

I got a forced vacation in that I have been sick. Ain't even left the house except to run to CVS for meds and tissues one time. Drinking plenty of fluids, bed rest (sorta), feeding my face (Whole bag of Dove white chocolates, lentils with ham, grapes, toast with no jam), have a bit of a fever with chills/sweats, knitting, crocheting, audio books, youtubes, podcasts, research, cooking, cleaning, sore throat, coughing, runny runny nose. Joyous silence since I explained to housemate about the slamming doors pushing me towards a nervous breakdown. I even had a friend send me a can of Campbell's Chicken Noodle Soup lol.

I'm going to try to get to work tomorrow even if I have to call a cab to take me down to catch the bus. One can only stand so much fun after all.

Garden Catalog Time!

Now's the time to plan and get excited for next year's garden

www.hpsseed.com

www.totallytomato.com

www.vermontbean.com

if you don't have these catalogs I highly recommend that you request them ASAP!

Space, The Final Frontier (Really just some really cool space paintings)

I joined Teesha Moore's new website/club called the Artstonaut Club at   www.theartstronauts.com

It's $5 a month (even less if you go semi annual or annual) and totally worth it!

I've already printed off some collage sheets and watched a ton of tutorial videos.

Here are some space paintings I tried today. Yeah, I'm addicted.

It Is Unlawful To...

IT IS UNLAWFUL TO:

SMOKE

EAT OR DRINK

REFUSE TO PAY FARE

DISCARD LITTER OR SPIT

BOARD WITH ANIMALS

(EXCEPT SEEING EYE DOGS)

BOARD WITH FLAMMABLE LIQUIDS

BOARD WITH DANGEROUS ARTICLES

BOARD WITH WEAPONS

PLAY RADIO/MUSICAL INSTRUMENT 

ON ANY DMT BUS

When musical instruments are outlawed...only outlaws will have musical instruments (ha!)

You Know Who You Are

There's so much I could say about this poem but I won't. It's neither here nor there at this point. I just know I should be more careful in the future.

 written 9/20/82

It's really sad when people
Refuse to find themselves
Ignoring hidden talents
Putting resources on the shelf
To waste their lives away
With no desire to create
Sitting staring slack-jawed
At the TV set all day
What if all the artists
Had such an attitude?
What if all musicians
Were never in the mood?
What if all our teachers
Refused to do their jobs
Just because they didn't want to
Wouldn't you feel robbed?
I feel sorry for these people
Who will not even try
If I had to live that way
I'd just lay down and die

Weird Families Rule

Why would anyone want a normal family when weird ones are just so much fun?

What is "To Dream"?

"To sleep perchance to dream"  Hamlet

Origin

From the celebrated 'to be, or not to be' speech in Shakespeare's Hamlet, 1602:

HAMLET:
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;

I love to dream. It's a whole other life for me. I've lived two, possibly three, lives as it were. I have flown over fields, fought dragons, spoken with long dead relatives, went to school naked, tasted ambrosia, smelled freshly cut grass while hearing air raid sirens. All through the glorious power of sleep and dreams.

And so I must ask, what of your dreams?