Sometimes I am a jerk.
I am sorry.
I will try harder to be good to you.
Most days my one connection with beauty and creativity is looking at flowers and sometimes taking pictures of them. I walk around Slabtown on my breaks and see a lot of wonderful things.
I think I long for this process to compensate for the chilling absence of any plant life in my home. It’s a rather bleak landscape for the daughter of a nursery-woman.
But alas, my rather inventive/bored/eccentric cat likes to eat them to stubs, block his intestines, and rack up epic vet bills. Also, I have no yard.
And this botanical emptiness in my life has led me to the only real solace I can find; taking thousands of pictures of plants.
Because how else am I going to present the endless flood of flower pics I take?
I’m still sick, so I spent most of yesterday napping and trying to figure out if staying hydrated was worth all the trips to the bathroom. Since my graphics card is wonky I can’t watch movies or play games so I spent my waking moments combing through old sketchbooks from as far back as 2005. I found some gems and here is one of them.
I’ve got a cache of these and I’m dreaming of printing on fabric. I think its time to set up an account on Spoonflower. I’ve wanted to do this for a long time and at this point I’m really not sure what I’ve been waiting for.
It all came to a head last night when I was so sick I drank a (small) glass of wine and tried to watch The Hunger Games through Amazon on a really slow wi-fi connection. A disappointing experience, but much nicer than staring blankly at a wall trying to remember if I’d eaten in the past 6 hours or not.
But as it turns out wine + distraction + fevered sickness + underlying frustration = something pretty nifty.
And so the Ghost Mice were born.
This is DEFINITELY about my relationship with life and art. Hopefully their rhythmic rodent dancing will awaken something good. I could use it.
Now that I work in management and nearly every one of my friends is married or in a serious long-term committed relationship (and so are all of their friends), I have accepted that if I want to look for a partner, its time to try the internet.
So a couple of weeks ago I went on my first blind date with an okc’er. I put on a dress and some make up, went to a bar and sat myself down at a table to hopefully meet someone interesting, and didn’t manage to meet anyone at all. I was stood up.
But I had an IPA, my sketchbook and two unexpectedly free hours to kill. So I enjoyed my beer and drew the soul sucking lamprey-cobra-manta rays from Prometheus. It seemed like the most appropriate subject matter for that session.
Please be kind and remember that this is barely 2″ wide and less that 4.5″ long. It’s a teeny tiny drawing. So if the lines look rough, trust me, it looks fine in person.
These were the first to show up. They’ve gotten much more interesting over the past few weeks. I’ll try to wrap up the ones I’m still working on so I can post them soon.
In an unusual turn of events several aspects of my life have been hectic and hard, but somehow haven’t been depleting me. Instead they are wearing me into a soft and pliant art machine.
To my amazement, I’m too tired to even fight myself!
So when I come home, I draw – or write – or both. It’s lovely!
I’d be thrilled, but I’m too tired to do much about it, other than use exclamation points. Somewhere on the inside I am squealing and careening around in ecstasy.
But at this moment I’m just looking forward to dinner, and petting my kitties.
This is from my art book.