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Thursday, February 28, 2002

Another night when I should be going home and cooking.
Another night when I'm going to paint instead!

I've been squeezing painting times in everywhere: a half-hour here, an hour or more there. And I have been finding amazing things.

Drawing with coloured pencils and then erasing them makes them smear and makes for interesting shading touches, especially if there isn't shading anywhere else. I'm reversing my usual techniques: this time I'm doing the coloured pencil first and then the watercolour over it, and then the watercolour doesn't completely adhere to all the waxy places.... I usually paint thickly and now it's more washy and splashy. Orange and purple and dark blue are getting to be close companions. There's no masking fluid, no tape, no preliminary sketches. Just me and the page for a while and whatever I'm feeling at the moment.

I've also become very attached to my bed. Not really my bed, I guess, but sleep in general. I love the idea of taking naps, lots of them. I dream of getting all the sleep I need; hours and hours and hours of sleep. Sleep where I wake up refreshed and on my own and not to an alarm clock. Sleep where a sunshiny day greets me and I'm so rested I can't wait to jump put of bed and greet the new day instead of dragging myself around. Sleep when a rainy day meets me and I can snuggle back under the covers cos I don't need to be anywhere.

I guess I've sounded pretty darn demanding over the past few posts, but what am I getting all dreamy and longing for?

Art and sleep. Basic necessities of life. For me, anyway.

5:52 PM | french toast girl | #

Wednesday, February 27, 2002

Ohmigosh... I can't believe India Arie didn't get a single Grammy. She was nominated for 7. Her songs are beautiful, original, whimsical, lovely. SO unfair. I know she doesn't get airplay, but I thought that wasn't s'posed to have anything to do with the voting. Not to take anything away from Alicia Keys, but I think India Arie's just better. (sigh) I love her song "Strength, Courage, and Wisdom." She's wonderful.

On a side note.... in the synchronicity department.... they're doing the Al Green tribute, and what's the first song that they sing? "Precious Lord, Take My Hand," the song that me and the girls sang a cappella on our retreat. Not a song you hear on tv every day. Neato. Note to self: need to join a gospel choir. Definitely.

ps ~ painted lots last night. will paint more now.

11:26 PM | french toast girl | #

On the way home from work today I popped in a tape of Paul McCartney/Beatle-related stuff. Halfway home, I heard the melodious tones of Yoko Ono singing "We Are All Water" and I just burst out laughing. My Beatle-buddy Craig had put it on the tape and I forgot all about it. To set this up.... I think this song is from the "Sometime in New York City" concert. John Lennon is playing away, and then he says, "And now Yoko is gonna do her thing." There's a burlap bag on stage that she has been sitting in for the whole concert so far, and she pops out of it to sing this song complete with saxaphone solos and monkey-wailing. I love it. That song never fails to make me giggle.

A sample of lyrics:
There may be not much difference
Between Chairmon Mao and Richard Nixon
If we strip them naked.

We are all water from different rivers
Thatís why itís so easy to to meet
We are all water in this vast, vast ocean
Someday weíll evaporate together.

Way back in the past, Craig and I had this great plan to dress up as John and Yoko and get our picture taken: "John and Yoko visit Trenton State College." Alas, now John and Yoko will have to visit the College of New Jeresy. I'm ready... all I need are the white boots. I must be able to get a hold of those somehow...

7:26 PM | french toast girl | #

Tuesday, February 26, 2002

Somehow, the 60-degree weather has done a job on lifting my spirits. It's either that or the fact I am wearing one of my favorite outfits of all time today, fitting for today's Spring-like qualities: green overalls, pale green shirt with green and white flowers embroidered across the top (God, I love Target), hiking boots, and bright, Kermit-green enamel barettes. So much for style....!

I've recently decided with my hubby that we are spinning our wheels, waiting for things to happen. Waiting for the house to get done, waiting for the weather to get nicer, waiting till we're not so tired, waiting till the end of the school year.

No more waiting.

I think the last thing I painted was our Christmas card, and that makes me pretty depressed since I'm s'posed to be an ARTIST, after all, last time I checked. I have all these ideas in my head of things I want to paint; things that I don't care if they're any kind of good or even if anyone sees them at all. They just need to get out of my brain and onto the paper. I want to drip watercolour everywhere in big puddles. I want to get messy and paint until it's late at night and I look up and am astonished at the time. I want to have to keep checking that I don't mistake my Earl Grey for the water jar and dip my brush in it. I want to constantly be peeling dried paint and rubbing marker stains from my fingers all the time like I did in college. I want to not think about resolution, dpi, image tags, saving my work... I want a world where there is no undo command and I will have to learn to love my happy accidents and take it from there.

Is that so damn much to ask?

6:08 PM | french toast girl | #

Monday, February 25, 2002

My mom said to me today, "If you want to make God laugh, tell him about your plans."

I think God is laughing it up big time right now.

11:00 PM | french toast girl | #

Okay, I take a lot of online quizzes, I admit. But this one looked a lot like the Luscher test I took way back in Color Theory 101, so I thought I'd give it a whirl.

This is the first paragraph of my answer... and it stunned me.

It would appear that at this particular time of your life you are going through a tough time. You are feeling (or have recently felt) miserable and depressed and perhaps you are still feeling that way. Maybe all the trials and tribulations just aren't worth it ... Your present anxieties could have been associated with either your "private" or "business" life - whatever ... What you really need at this time is to get away from it all, maybe a vacation .. alone, or better still, perhaps with someone that you know really cares for you,...someone who appreciates you - not for what you have but for who you are. A short vacation may be all you need to afford you the time to recover and to get back to your normal vital self.

Italy could be a short vacation....

5:08 PM | french toast girl | #


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