I’d mentioned The Wall a couple of times in entries from this summer, but it was not yet fleshed out or filled up enough to share. Thus, today, I present The Wall which, I suspect, is more than likely as fleshed out and filled up as it will get while we are here. Forward momentum…
Category: Art
The Queen of Hearts
…she made some tarts, all on a summer’s day… This is not an entry regarding tarts or any other pastry, despite the fact that there seems to be some sort of Cherry Pie appreciation festival going on here in Loveland this month. Not cherries in general, mind you, so you can’t go running around town…
Bead Dog Pause
(Heh. See what I did there?) Approximately 2.5 weeks ago, or so: I sat at the computer in my newest room, this one in Colorado, biting my lip very, very hard. Freshly wounded from what felt like a failed trip, I nevertheless had an entire stack of New Orleans photographs to edit, and was bravely…
Midnight in Paris
Picture this: After a seriously stunning montage of daily Parisian views, your screen falls completely dark, save for some opening credits. The only sensory input one then receives is the dialogue that opens this film, and this is what you hear: Gil: This is unbelievable! Look at this! There’s no city like this in the…
My Kingdom for a Sketchbook
Or: A Diatribe on Artsy Fartsy Photo Filter Cell-Phone Apps I have WAY too much creative energy on my hands. I’m not entirely certain why, when packing all of my belongings in preparation for the voyage to New Orleans, I packed every. Single. Sketchbook and drawing implement for safekeeping in storage. Well, I DO know…
Street Art: New Orleans Era
Good morning, rainy world. At least, it is rainy here this morning, with those big ol’ thunderBOOMS that the dawg seems to finally be starting to figure out. At least, every time one rings out over the wet grey sky, he doesn’t jump up, run around, shake, and hide under my feet. Little guy must be adapting!…
Meanwhile…Hey Look, More Street Art!
The signs of imminent change are beginning to sprout forth, in several different ways. There are emerging blank spots in our apartment, where things used to be but are now all packed up. THAT will become ever more the case, starting this weekend, now that we have the Massive Pile of Boxes at our disposal. …
Voodoo Jar, Part 3
Voodoo Jar finale and job-interview update, all in one. Last week was sitting-on-eggshells stressful. After a smashing 1st interview, J proceeded to hear nothing for the entire rest of the week. I spent all day, every day, glued to my phone, waiting for a text or a call from him letting me know that he…
Voodoo Jar, Part 2
This will, I’ve discovered, become a 3-part series. Last night, I sat down to finish the painting on the Voodoo Jar by completing the other side with Agwe’s veve. Immamou is the name of his ship. It’s strange, but I hadn’t thought of this until it reoccurred to me last night while painting, but Agwe is said to be a…
Follow Your Crazy 