Friday, 20 April 2012

Story time.

As a child I never spent an entire night in my own bed.  I shared a bed with my sister, but she of no comfort to me as she was littler than I.  Every night I would I would wake in the pitch black of my room and watch the shadows dance on the wall cast from the tree that hung outside my window.  It's long crackling branches would tap the old paned glass and I was sure something was out there, hoping I would open the window in curiosity and whatever this unknown monster was lurking out there, it was sure to snatch me and take me off to some dark netherworld.  I was convinced of this.  The long branches cast finger like shadows across the 1940s floral wallpaper in my room.  Perhaps they were the fingers of a witch, I thought.  So, after laying there terrified for what seemed like most of the night I would get out of bed and tip toe down the hall to my mother's bed.

And there I was safe, I knew.  Her room quiet and dark and most importantly free of witches, shadows, and strange noises.  All was well in the cocoon off her bed.  I would wrap my arms around her and press my ear against her back and listen to her breathing as she lay sleeping, not knowing I was there.  I would listen to all the gurgles and churnings inside of her.  I knew there was a city inside of her.  I imagined at night, when she was sleeping something very important was happening in the core of her body.  Little people were fast at work, building her up, making sure she was strong and able to take care of my sister and I.  I would hear the crash of a mini bulldozer knocking down an old wall and the hammering of a jack hammer fixing a street and all sorts of the usual sounds of building a city.  I would stay like that listening, and soon I would be fast asleep.

This is what I was sure it looked like inside of my mother:

Yesterday I finished a painting that I absolutely love.  It's titled 'One When We Were Flowers'

'Sweetest love, I do not go,
For weariness of thee,
Nor in hope the world can show
A fitter love for me;
But since that I
Must die at last, 'tis best
To use myself in jest
Thus by feign'd deaths to die.' ~ John Donne

what's knew in my life?  Well I am have been uber busy painting and lots of fantastic stuff is happening with that. I'm being featured in an art magazine, which I will blog about at a later date.  My sales are up and I'm happy to think of all of my art that is in private collections across North America.  I'm hoping to start expanding to over seas and have been networking with a magazine from the UK that is interested on doing a spread on me (more about that later).

Life is good, life is grand.  Love your friends, love your family, for you know which ones will always be there and make sure you cherish that, and cherish them.

Friday, 13 April 2012

Is it bad luck to spit in someone's mouth?

'Tis the morning of Friday the 13th.  I would be remiss not to write a blog on this fine day.
So here I sit, in my pajamas, sucking back litres of Earl Grey tea and listening to some Japanese post rock, trying to rouse a few thoughts.  I'm cruising at zero this morning, sorry folks.

Let me say, I don't believe that the Friday the 13th is the juggernaut of luck.  If you ask me I think Friday the 13th faces unfair discrimination.  In fact, being born on a 13th day some of my most memorable birthdays have been on a Friday.  If anything perhaps I've made even more of an effort to have fabulous birthdays on Friday the 13th just to prove the bad luck superstition wrong.

So clearly, I don't believe in back luck days.

What I do believe is that you receive what you put out.  I'm major on give and take.  And karma...

and with the subject of give and take,  what about in and out?

'Spit In or Out'

I can really only listen to so much Japanese post rock.  It's good music for when you don't want to actively listen to music, you just want it there in the background.  Here's something else:

have a great "bad luck day" today, folks xoxox

Tuesday, 10 April 2012

on the menu for today, psychics, energy readers and auras, oh my!

So, recently some one put me in touch with an energy reader who is reputed to be the 'real deal'.  Let me first just say this, I don't think it's too far fetched to consider it could be truth that some people have gifts that most of us don't.  Especially concerning energy, as energy as all around us and in everything.

So, first I had to send her a photograph.  I wanted to make sure to send one where I wasn't smiling too much, or looking sad,  or peaceful, just neutral.  One that wasn't retouched or flooded out with light, something to show all the blemishes and shadows of my face, so I sent her this:

she does these readings simply by looking at a photo of you.  She doesn't need to touch you or see you in person.

First, I was told what my spirit vision is.  My spirit vision is a circular path in a garden with me walking round and round.  Ever content to keep passing the same scenery, but wondering why things never change.  Alright, interesting and I can relate.  She said that I am extremely tolerant and forgiving.  Yup.

My aura color is green.  This is the second time I have been told by an 'aura seer' that I have a green aura.  Green aura people tend to be healers.  I'd say I'm half healer/half Debbie Destructo.  Any way, there were all other parts of her reading that I'll leave alone, but it was interesting.  Not earth shaking, but eye opening, I'll say.

Have you ever been told what your aura color is? Have you had your spirit vision told to you? 
What do you think?  Do you think some people have a gift, or is it all hooey?  I'm open minded on either end.
 Here's a linkie to the meanings of aura color.aura colors, what do they say about you?

and here's a couple of songsI'd love to share with you that I've listened to today

have a wonderful day xoxoxoxox
I was able to work on my painting this weekend.  I really love this piece and enjoyed painting it, very much. So from that (see post below) to this:

now just to title it and date decent photos.  But for now I need to run out the door or I will be late.

Starting day #1 of a (hopefully) 10 day water fast.  I've started fasts more times that I can count and never make it far.  I'm hoping this time I can stick it out.  Planning on doing a fasting series of paintings, as I've heard by day 3 your mind is sharpened and your creative visions are more easily in your hand.  We will see!

Sunday, 8 April 2012

Well, it's Easter afternoon.  Easter egg hunting was had.  It's a cool spring day but sunny and bright.

Here's the very new baby beginnings of a painting that was started last night.  I'm looking forward to finding some time today or tonight to work on it.

Saturday, 7 April 2012

a blog about art, music, food, and stuff

So, I've been told that I should start a blog.

I love to read blogs.  So many people are witty and interesting and I just love that glimpse into their (sick and twisted) minds ;)  I, on the other hand never felt that I had too much that is compelling to write about.  Apparently a selected few think otherwise, so here goes my best effort.

I'm going to start with a run down of today and what's going on.  I don't know where else to start!  I'm sure once I put my feet up on the proverbial blogger table and get comfy for a long stay, all of my blabbering will flow much more freely, but I think this shall be a good place to start.

#1 food.  Being that it's the day before Easter, food is on the brain.  I am about to leave with the fan club (aka kids) and go grocery shopping.  Yes, I am that mom who drags her kids to the super market.  I like bringing them along, in fact I feel a little lonely and lost without them there to take up all of my attention and drive me mad.  It's a strange feeling to be able to actually concentrate on the task at hand, and frankly I don't like it.  So, the man (husband) has requested ham.  I shall do ham with pineapple and brown sugar sauce.  Then, I'm thinking devilled eggs and a sweet potato and apple salad.  Linkies to follow:

baked pineapple ham

sweet potato and apple salad

devilled eggs

#2 books/music/stuff

what I'm reading:  The Power of Now.  I bought it years ago and have only read 7 pages in.  I liked it, but I usually don't finish books (that attention span thing).  So many people have read it, loved it, recommend it.  My sister is one in particular.  I want to read it, cause you know I have that whole 'tormented artist's soul' thing happening.  So we will see, maybe over this weekend I can hunker down and read it.  My next post I can share all of my secrets of enlightenment and I can be your spiritual guru, har har. The Power of Now

Music that I am listening to right now:  Alright, now I'm nuts for music (aren't we all?).  I think I would shrivel up and die without it.  I love to listen to music all the time.  Kind of like creating soundtracks to your life.  Do you do that too?  Like, Radiohead the Bends reminds me of being 11 and reading R.L Stein books (uh oh, did I just give away my age?).  Or um, Jay Farar reminds me of my husband and his leather coat, on and on we could go.  Right now I'm listening to The Swell Season.  I just watched their bio movie.  Loved it.  I've been painting to their tunes.  Wonderful music to paint to, very emotive.The Swell Season  Too bad they broke up, so for all you people that like to see music live you ain't be seeing them.  Not now anyway.

Stuff :  I like stuff. Lots of stuff

And for zee finale  Art.  What I like today is to say Who Arted?  That's what I titled my Etsy treasury today and it makes me giggle.  But art doesn't stink.  No, it lifts one up, inspires the soul, tickles the eyes, electrifies the brain.  Right?  That what arting does. Who Arted?  aaaand not to leave the other one out, you know we all love foxy ladies Foxy lady

and new stuff I've painted which you can find for sale here: water horse

alright, now to finish my stinkin' huge mug of tea and brave the stores!  Til next time!