Friday, May 27, 2011

I'm in this!

Well, this is the art contest I entered. Please give it a look. The vid is short, and there are some really great entries.

Saturday, May 21, 2011


Odd week around here. I don’t know. For the past couple of days I just haven’t felt quite right. Yes, yes… nothing incredibly new about that.

SLB: See, sometimes I don’t even have to say anything.

I did make a new painting, and even entered said painting into a contest. This is a new thing for me. I feel good for having done it. I also feel pretty anxious about it.

Sometimes I forget how shy I am. Sometimes my shyness and SLB have crazy parties while I’m trying to sleep. This is how I explain away the fact that I’ve been just plain grumpy for a couple of days. My bits do conspire against me, especially when I decide to poke my head out from under the bed.

Anyway, here is the painting for the contest. It will probably get a varnish coat, and quite possibly a bit of tea staining, but I wanted to get a pic before all of the shiny went into it.

Here’s the contest…

I’ll post the  vid for voting when Val puts it up.

Have you recovered from your rapture eve activities yet?

Monday, May 16, 2011


Saturday, May 14, 2011


I’ve been sitting here listening to Mumford and Sons and painting. See, I find that I love listening to Mumford and Sons… and I find that I must paint on wood when I listen to them. I remember how much I love painting on wood. See how that works?

Maybe it’s the banjo.

I haven’t been art journaling as much these past couple of weeks, but I am feeling a bit of an itch for it. The art journal, though, is not made of wood. Well, ok, technically it is… It’s just not as raw as I need wood to be right this minute.

Perhaps tomorrow.

SLB is just white noise today. Wood and paint will sometimes have that effect on her. There you go.


Saturday, May 7, 2011


My mom is probably the strongest thread in the whole big ball of crazy that is my life. I just wish she liked herself a little more sometimes.

I could ramble about this all day, but I won’t. Nothing is easy or perfect. We are messy and pretty fucking colorful.

I appreciate her, though, and not only this weekend of the year.

She would probably hate that I dropped the f-bomb there.

But she would also get over it.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

a day late...

SLB: You aren’t going to talk about the wart again, are you?

Me: Maybe in a minute. Oh, ok, now. You know, this wart is just a thing… something to focus on when everything else looms too large.  Anyway, it is much smaller now.

I think I suffocated it.

The thing about self deprecation is that… I sometimes find it appealing in people. Not when it gets to the point that these people are folding themselves into a bundle of painfully smiling self loathing or anything, but… you know?

Makes me wonder about myself and my own motivations.