It's been years since I've posted. I'm not even certain why I do it today. I remembered I once had a blog and went in search of it. It took three tries before I came up with the right password. A lot has changed with blogger since I ventured here. I hope I can figure out how to navigate through it.
Since my last post my life events have taken me down many a winding road. I lost my mother on February 5, 2012. She left a huge hole in my life. I miss her.
In return, I got a new grand-daughter. Presley Dean was born on March 30, 2012. She will never know her great-grandmother. It is my job to bring Mom into Presley's life. My mom left behind a portfolio of songs she had written. I will sing them to Presley and Kohl, sharing a bit of her creativity with them. I really, really can't sing so I hope the kid-lets won't mind. Maybe one or both of them will inherit some musical ability from my mom. My son did. He's a drummer and can actually carry a tune. Didn't get that from me. It must skip a generation or something!
I've moved into a larger apartment this year. With a roommate. She's been my best friend for almost 30 years. I am still getting used to having someone around. After mom died, I was on my own for a year. I think I liked having peace and quiet. I didn't have anyone depending on me anymore. It was liberating. I did myself an injustice though. I gave up art. I know, I know! How could that be? After all I'd been through you'd think I couldn't wait to get my hands messy, again. I couldn't summon up creativity. I'd sunk into such a deep depression I could no longer find my way out. It took my friend saying to me that I wasn't living anymore.
While I still haven't fixed up the spare room into my art space, it is on the docket to get done in October. I have nine days off and have another friend coming over to help put it together. I signed up to do a partner swap, ATCs with a group of folks I used to be in a club with. The club disbanded long ago but we're getting together to do small projects. It was such an amazing group to be part of. It's a small start. But, it's a start nonetheless.
I don't expect people to respond to this posting. Most of you will have forgotten who I am. That's fair. I don't hold any grudges. Maybe the next few months will bring about artistic endeavors that will find their way onto this blog. Then, feedback will be warranted. And appreciated.
redopal
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Out of the blue
There are times in life when the things that make you the happiest are the hardest to bear.
This past year has been full of joy, love and caring people. As well as depression, dismal health,
financial upheaval, and the on-going care taking of my sick mother. I spend time with my sweet
grandson and leave like I could float above the clouds. I smile like a maniac on the drive home
remembering the shining front teeth that have sprouted, four at once, almost over night. The
intoxicating smell of sweet baby. Even under the lingering aroma of mashed sweet potatoes and pears.
The way splashing bath water at his grannie is the most fun experience in his whole day. His unique
discoveries of how things work. Like grannie's digital camera. Or how the zipper on her purse is
resistant to his little fingers, futilely grasping the pull without success. Then, on to something else.
Like my feet. Pushing at them with his little "yabba doos" as if he is imagining the streets my feet
have trod. The people I've met that he wants to know. Always looking for someone new to
play with. The tilt of his head and the intense stare when you just know he's trying to figure
out what all these big people think they are doing. Getting in his way, stopping him from pulling
up to the glass coffee table, tellling him that "no" he can't crawl into the kitchen. And, the one I
think he resents the most? "Kohl, get away from the garbage can".
You really want to see him ticked off? Clean up the floor around his high chair. He throws his
dry nibbles on the floor and then comes back later to snack on them again. When he doesn't find
anything, he will let you know how displeased he is that someone had the audacity to pick up
his food and hide it from him.
You know that tense moment in a parent's life when a child is trying so hard to speak? When you're
waiting anxiously for that first word. What will it be? The age old standard: "mamma" or "dadda"?
Who will be the first to hear their name from the lips of their dear baby? Will he say "mamma" when
he's with daddy? Or the opposite? Now, what if the fates decide that the child's first clear, exact
word isn't either of those? That in reaching to take something from another person, the child's first
word is: "GUM"? Kohl did that to his mamma. Tried to take her gum out of her mouth while saying
the word gum. Clear, precise and of a volume that defied anything else being spoken. Yep,
neither of his parents get to gloat! I was there and laughed myself silly!
So, why with all these amazing beautiful memories am I so depressed? I think because I don't "have a
life." I didn't realize that anything was wrong. Until one day a friend asked me what kind of art
project I was working on. I looked around and saw the vestiges of art everywhere. A canvas
on the counter. ATCs on the table. Inks, paints, papers, ephemera, various and sundry art elements
covered with a thin layer of dust. "What?" When did this happen? Where was I when the Arizona
sands were making their way into my home? Covering up the art doll that was a-l-m-o-s-t finished.
Sprinkling those gritty little particles over my art space. Putting texture into the paint that I hadn't
planned on making texturized. When monsoons, dust storms 100 miles wide and extreme heat
filled the weather forecasts but didn't register with me.
There were months that I have little to no recollection of. I have the pay stubs to prove I was
clocked in at the bookstore. I got paid for being there. I must've been doing an okay job, cuz
I still have a job. I just don't know what happened during those months, with ME. I know I logged
crazy hours on Facebook, playing mindless games. I even have the highest scores amongst my
friends. I have a virtual pet that I spent ill afforded money on. My little frog friend has some really
cute accessories. I have an empty refrigerator. I have past due bills. I can't afford both my car
insurance and the bio-identical hormones my nurse practioner/gyn has me on. I can put $20.00
gas in the truck but it desperately needs an oil change or the engine is gonna blow up. But, I can't do
both. Tires in Arizona take a pounding, mine are mush. I drive anyway, everyday, to work. The
bus system here is so unreliable that I can't chance being late, repeatedly.
Mom's health is such that her poor legs are beginning to atrophy. They're pulling up, towards her
chest. Making it hard to get her out of bed so I can change the linens. Everyday. She refuses to
see a medical professional. While her body is treacherous, her mind is still very sharp. She
knows all she need do is utter the words "I refuse medical treatment". Then, no one can do
anything against her will. And she is willful. I think I have tied myself to her, originally out of love,
because she's a known entity. Venturing out into the world to meet people is so hard. There's
so little to trust anymore. The times they have a changed. Gracias, Mr. Dylan.
This past year has been full of joy, love and caring people. As well as depression, dismal health,
financial upheaval, and the on-going care taking of my sick mother. I spend time with my sweet
grandson and leave like I could float above the clouds. I smile like a maniac on the drive home
remembering the shining front teeth that have sprouted, four at once, almost over night. The
intoxicating smell of sweet baby. Even under the lingering aroma of mashed sweet potatoes and pears.
The way splashing bath water at his grannie is the most fun experience in his whole day. His unique
discoveries of how things work. Like grannie's digital camera. Or how the zipper on her purse is
resistant to his little fingers, futilely grasping the pull without success. Then, on to something else.
Like my feet. Pushing at them with his little "yabba doos" as if he is imagining the streets my feet
have trod. The people I've met that he wants to know. Always looking for someone new to
play with. The tilt of his head and the intense stare when you just know he's trying to figure
out what all these big people think they are doing. Getting in his way, stopping him from pulling
up to the glass coffee table, tellling him that "no" he can't crawl into the kitchen. And, the one I
think he resents the most? "Kohl, get away from the garbage can".
You really want to see him ticked off? Clean up the floor around his high chair. He throws his
dry nibbles on the floor and then comes back later to snack on them again. When he doesn't find
anything, he will let you know how displeased he is that someone had the audacity to pick up
his food and hide it from him.
You know that tense moment in a parent's life when a child is trying so hard to speak? When you're
waiting anxiously for that first word. What will it be? The age old standard: "mamma" or "dadda"?
Who will be the first to hear their name from the lips of their dear baby? Will he say "mamma" when
he's with daddy? Or the opposite? Now, what if the fates decide that the child's first clear, exact
word isn't either of those? That in reaching to take something from another person, the child's first
word is: "GUM"? Kohl did that to his mamma. Tried to take her gum out of her mouth while saying
the word gum. Clear, precise and of a volume that defied anything else being spoken. Yep,
neither of his parents get to gloat! I was there and laughed myself silly!
So, why with all these amazing beautiful memories am I so depressed? I think because I don't "have a
life." I didn't realize that anything was wrong. Until one day a friend asked me what kind of art
project I was working on. I looked around and saw the vestiges of art everywhere. A canvas
on the counter. ATCs on the table. Inks, paints, papers, ephemera, various and sundry art elements
covered with a thin layer of dust. "What?" When did this happen? Where was I when the Arizona
sands were making their way into my home? Covering up the art doll that was a-l-m-o-s-t finished.
Sprinkling those gritty little particles over my art space. Putting texture into the paint that I hadn't
planned on making texturized. When monsoons, dust storms 100 miles wide and extreme heat
filled the weather forecasts but didn't register with me.
There were months that I have little to no recollection of. I have the pay stubs to prove I was
clocked in at the bookstore. I got paid for being there. I must've been doing an okay job, cuz
I still have a job. I just don't know what happened during those months, with ME. I know I logged
crazy hours on Facebook, playing mindless games. I even have the highest scores amongst my
friends. I have a virtual pet that I spent ill afforded money on. My little frog friend has some really
cute accessories. I have an empty refrigerator. I have past due bills. I can't afford both my car
insurance and the bio-identical hormones my nurse practioner/gyn has me on. I can put $20.00
gas in the truck but it desperately needs an oil change or the engine is gonna blow up. But, I can't do
both. Tires in Arizona take a pounding, mine are mush. I drive anyway, everyday, to work. The
bus system here is so unreliable that I can't chance being late, repeatedly.
Mom's health is such that her poor legs are beginning to atrophy. They're pulling up, towards her
chest. Making it hard to get her out of bed so I can change the linens. Everyday. She refuses to
see a medical professional. While her body is treacherous, her mind is still very sharp. She
knows all she need do is utter the words "I refuse medical treatment". Then, no one can do
anything against her will. And she is willful. I think I have tied myself to her, originally out of love,
because she's a known entity. Venturing out into the world to meet people is so hard. There's
so little to trust anymore. The times they have a changed. Gracias, Mr. Dylan.
redopal
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Babies Make Ya Think
Oh, yeah, it's true. Everyday brings a new awareness to just how thoughtful I've become. Not in any of the ways that are obvious, oh, no. I still get up, go to work, take care of my mom, cook, clean, make a bit of art. It's in the quiet moments, when I find myself pondering the big picture. It's no longer a world made up of me. I have a legacy. Not something you hear women talk much about. It's usually the men of the species who go for all that kind of stuff. But, I have created one of my own. Now, that "stuff" is important. I have been reflecting about myself, as seen through the eyes of my grandson, in future years. How will he perceive me? What am I leaving behind that he will think of with pride and gratitude? Am I leaving something behind? Is there anything about ME that will matter to him, especially, after I am gone from this plane of existence? Will he pick up one of my favorite books, read it, possibly, and find the same wonder in it that I did? Will those handmade cards I've created for him still mean something? Will his first baby book, made by moi, make him smile. Thinking: "My grandmother loved me enough to create this just for me". Or, hopefully, he will reminence about the hard-working, persistant, creative, loving person I think I am. Ok, so he'll also have to deal with the stubborn, procrastinating, sometimes mopey person I am too. Poor boy. He comes from stock that values all the traits that go into an individual. Good, bad, ugly & indifferent. Because, I am all of that, with pride. So, I am happy to have this little boy be my prompt. He gives me something to do in those aforementioned quiet moments. Think.
Stay safe & Keep thinking,
redopal
Stay safe & Keep thinking,
redopal
Friday, January 14, 2011
Art Journal
In my last post I mentioned that I was starting an online visual art journal class, along with 1200+ others, hosted by Pam Carriker, for Strathmore Papers. Week one was supposed to be about recycling older art journal pages into a new, more exciting art journal. Since I didn't have any old art journal pages, or even any old art to begin with, I did what any self-respecting non-artist would do. I cut up a bunch of magazines, sorted through my stash of stuff and glued a bunch of stuff down. I did the first page with somewhat decent results. I figured that I would attempt a second page to see if I could actually follow directions, this time! Started out A-OK. Then, the yucks took over. Just wasn't feelin' it. Set it aside for later consideration. Take up page 3. This one, well let's just say I stepped way outside my comfort range. I don't attempt masculine pages very often. But, with a little man child who will, undoubtedly, take up lots of space in future art projects, I knew I had to take up the personal challenge. One of the questions asked on the forum was "Are there any men who do art journaling"? Lo' and Behold. There are 2 men in the class. So, I dedicated the third page to them! Kinda goofy, I know. I asked them for any opinions they may have on my attempt at doing a guy type page. Now, let's see if I can load any pics of week one and week two homework!
Ok, so I got the first page up and running. Wish I knew how to do that cool slideshow thing. Anyway, I will show the third page later. Tired out from playing with baby man all day. Got my first smile too. Coolest day ever! He smiled at me like 5 or 6 times, but I only caught the one on camera. Elusive little suckers. Can't wait to see more smiles from him. Love that little dude.
Stay safe,
redopal
Ok, so I got the first page up and running. Wish I knew how to do that cool slideshow thing. Anyway, I will show the third page later. Tired out from playing with baby man all day. Got my first smile too. Coolest day ever! He smiled at me like 5 or 6 times, but I only caught the one on camera. Elusive little suckers. Can't wait to see more smiles from him. Love that little dude.
Stay safe,
redopal
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Things Flow
These past weeks have been full of the new grandboy. This new year's beginning is no different. Still enjoying being a grandmother.
I was reading up on the posts from blogs I follow and came across one that started with a quotation from a grandmother. It goes something like this: "Be careful what you do on the first day of the new year. You will be doing it all year". This is a saying I have heard for as long as I can remember. I know MY granny said it as well as some of her friends. I suppose I even heard my own mom utter it a time or two. I didn't remember it though until reading it on: www.snipsandsnailsandpuppydogtails-leslie.blogspot.com Good thing I was having a joyous day!
I slept in, then went over to my kids' house to see the babykins. I took over lots of cleaning supplies so I could give them a hand with some housework. I can still remember how grateful and thankful I was when my own son was born, when my mom came over to help out with the stuff that I just couldn't seem to catch up on. Dishes. Laundry. Taking out the trash. Bathroom and kitchen were the focus. All was going well until the toilet sucked in my cleaning rag! Took it right down. Since nothing came back up I thought all was well. Until my son came home and flushed! Right up and over went the water, thank goodness that was ALL! After trying on our own to clear the obstacle, my son had to go and roust the maintainance man. The only time I was glad to see a "snake" brought into the house. Three minutes and all was right with world again. So, back to mopping the floor, which I had just done, now ALL. was perfect with the world! Fed and played with Kohl for a while. Packed up some laundry and came home.
To start my very first online art class! Pam Carriker is hosting a Visual Journal class at Strathmore Papers. http://www.strathmoreartiststudio.com/ It runs for 4 weeks. Once a week lessons. Large turnout for it too. Well over 800 people are signed up. Oh, the best part: It's FREE. Some of those classes are so amazing but too pricey for this ol' gal. It's nice to get an opportunity to see what I've been missing. And, of course, learn from a great teacher. Bonus: the others in the class are very supportive and informative. Willing to pass on tips and show their own artwork. I am still stymied by my camera/scanner/printer and can't show any of my own, yet. That's a New Year's Resolution for me...get savvy with the technology. I'm so tired of feeling all dumb and ignorant. I WILL know stuff this year!!! I am putzing around online reading different how-tos and trying things out. Mainly behind the scenes. Once of my experiments was getting those pics of the baby up. But, I don't know how to re-size them and he takes up a lot of space for such a tiny man! Oh, well, I'll keep at it. (I just did a preview of this post and it looks like the two top pics are missing!) Wait! I just remembered that the only way I could get the pictures up was to post them like a regular entry. I guess that means they'll be at the end of this post. Probably looking all amateurish. "Sigh". I don't want to delete them, but it may come to that. Did you hear/see/feel the "Sigh"? Ditto that.
I hope all of those who stumble upon this have a unique New Year. No overflows.
Stay safe and creative,
redopal
I was reading up on the posts from blogs I follow and came across one that started with a quotation from a grandmother. It goes something like this: "Be careful what you do on the first day of the new year. You will be doing it all year". This is a saying I have heard for as long as I can remember. I know MY granny said it as well as some of her friends. I suppose I even heard my own mom utter it a time or two. I didn't remember it though until reading it on: www.snipsandsnailsandpuppydogtails-leslie.blogspot.com Good thing I was having a joyous day!
I slept in, then went over to my kids' house to see the babykins. I took over lots of cleaning supplies so I could give them a hand with some housework. I can still remember how grateful and thankful I was when my own son was born, when my mom came over to help out with the stuff that I just couldn't seem to catch up on. Dishes. Laundry. Taking out the trash. Bathroom and kitchen were the focus. All was going well until the toilet sucked in my cleaning rag! Took it right down. Since nothing came back up I thought all was well. Until my son came home and flushed! Right up and over went the water, thank goodness that was ALL! After trying on our own to clear the obstacle, my son had to go and roust the maintainance man. The only time I was glad to see a "snake" brought into the house. Three minutes and all was right with world again. So, back to mopping the floor, which I had just done, now ALL. was perfect with the world! Fed and played with Kohl for a while. Packed up some laundry and came home.
To start my very first online art class! Pam Carriker is hosting a Visual Journal class at Strathmore Papers. http://www.strathmoreartiststudio.com/ It runs for 4 weeks. Once a week lessons. Large turnout for it too. Well over 800 people are signed up. Oh, the best part: It's FREE. Some of those classes are so amazing but too pricey for this ol' gal. It's nice to get an opportunity to see what I've been missing. And, of course, learn from a great teacher. Bonus: the others in the class are very supportive and informative. Willing to pass on tips and show their own artwork. I am still stymied by my camera/scanner/printer and can't show any of my own, yet. That's a New Year's Resolution for me...get savvy with the technology. I'm so tired of feeling all dumb and ignorant. I WILL know stuff this year!!! I am putzing around online reading different how-tos and trying things out. Mainly behind the scenes. Once of my experiments was getting those pics of the baby up. But, I don't know how to re-size them and he takes up a lot of space for such a tiny man! Oh, well, I'll keep at it. (I just did a preview of this post and it looks like the two top pics are missing!) Wait! I just remembered that the only way I could get the pictures up was to post them like a regular entry. I guess that means they'll be at the end of this post. Probably looking all amateurish. "Sigh". I don't want to delete them, but it may come to that. Did you hear/see/feel the "Sigh"? Ditto that.
I hope all of those who stumble upon this have a unique New Year. No overflows.
Stay safe and creative,
redopal
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Maw-Maw
I've been wanting to post the joyous news in my life but that same joy has kept me way to busy. On Saturday, December 18th I became a grandmother. This is my first grandchild. Kohl Alexander brightened out lives at 5:15 p.m. 24 inches long, and almost 8 pounds. Long, lean, fighting machine. There were some complications involving his lungs and he was transferred to a local children's hospital for a couple of days observation. He's home now and showing no signs of distress. Hallelujah. My daughter-in-law, not so lucky. She's in acute pain, from those complications, and since the baby was taken from her only moments after his birth, there's some difficulty with bonding. I told her not to worry, babies know when love surrounds them. He'll figure out who his momma is and will come around. Actually, I believe, the bonding thing is because my D-I-L hasn't had a lot of experience with itty bitties. Deep breathes. And swaddling! She's gonna learn how this "momma thing" works. I have faith in her.
When I became a mother, my mom picked up my son for the first time and, while fighting back tears, said something that I didn't understand. Until now. She looked at me and with true sincerity, said, " This is so much better than being a mother". When I sat by Kohl's side in the NICU, I knew that something was brewing inside me. Something that I couldn't put my finger on. When he was moved to a private room and I finally got to hold him, I knew exactly what my mom was talking about. I think I can best describe it this way: I have studied earth religions, goddess worship, paganism you name it. I was always intrigued with the concept of matriarchy. When I held my grandboy, I felt all these pieces fall into place. Like everything in the world was definitely passed down through the mother. I could feel my grandmother, my mother and myself. All of us welcoming this new being into the universe. Not the world, the universe. It was so much bigger than this little planet. All the bells of truth rang all at once. A cacophony of wonder. Intense feelings that almost defy description. Yet, when in the moment, make absolute sense. Intuition. Memory. Devotion. Faith. All those theoretical concepts now have meaning. And, they're in technicolor. They have texture and smell. You can hear the emotions. They whisper, very loudly. But, only you can hear them.
While I don't actually celebrate Christmas, I know that the fun of sharing joy, gift-giving, and happiness with a small child is in my future and it brings me intense anticipation. Happy, happy. Joy, joy. If I could share this intensity with everyone I certainly would. All people should have this opportunity. To feel.
With that said: I hope all those who celebrate Christmas find complete joy in the holiday. For those who do not: I hope you find complete joy also!
Stay warm and safe,
redopal
When I became a mother, my mom picked up my son for the first time and, while fighting back tears, said something that I didn't understand. Until now. She looked at me and with true sincerity, said, " This is so much better than being a mother". When I sat by Kohl's side in the NICU, I knew that something was brewing inside me. Something that I couldn't put my finger on. When he was moved to a private room and I finally got to hold him, I knew exactly what my mom was talking about. I think I can best describe it this way: I have studied earth religions, goddess worship, paganism you name it. I was always intrigued with the concept of matriarchy. When I held my grandboy, I felt all these pieces fall into place. Like everything in the world was definitely passed down through the mother. I could feel my grandmother, my mother and myself. All of us welcoming this new being into the universe. Not the world, the universe. It was so much bigger than this little planet. All the bells of truth rang all at once. A cacophony of wonder. Intense feelings that almost defy description. Yet, when in the moment, make absolute sense. Intuition. Memory. Devotion. Faith. All those theoretical concepts now have meaning. And, they're in technicolor. They have texture and smell. You can hear the emotions. They whisper, very loudly. But, only you can hear them.
While I don't actually celebrate Christmas, I know that the fun of sharing joy, gift-giving, and happiness with a small child is in my future and it brings me intense anticipation. Happy, happy. Joy, joy. If I could share this intensity with everyone I certainly would. All people should have this opportunity. To feel.
With that said: I hope all those who celebrate Christmas find complete joy in the holiday. For those who do not: I hope you find complete joy also!
Stay warm and safe,
redopal
Sunday, December 12, 2010
...You Guessed It...
Sick again. This time the flu was followed up with a cold. A truly miserable cold.
Except this time I tried to use the miseries to my benefit. Since I was locked inside, unable to do much of anything, I just hunkered down and made art. Now, before it sounds like I've created the next great masterpiece, I want to say that what I actually created was the beginnings of art. Such as: Lots and lots of backgrounds. Started on an art journal, which is really coming along amazingly. I had no clue an art journal would be so much fun. The journaling aspect has proven to be the hard part. When you're feeling miserable all the words are dark and dreary. Although, the pages really aren't dark. The brain that controls color was in full swing. The control center for vocabulary...not so much. Without words I guess what I've mainly created is something akin to a coloring book. For sick, big people. Or maybe just ONE sick, big people.
One of the other things that I've been doing is surfing the web. When I didn't think I could do anything artful, I figured I'd just enjoy what others have created. Guess what I found? Commandments. Now, I can't remember where I located them but...there were like 7 or 8 simple instructions for being creative. All spelled out. The one that stuck with me though is the one that said: Get up off your ass and put pen to paper, or paint to paper or thread to fabric. Whatever it is that you do, do it. Quit surfing for ideas and techniques. Those ten minutes you were reading about others doing something, you could've been doing something creative for yourself. And that's what made me put my misery to work for me. I can sneeze at the art table just as well as sitting at the computer desk. And, I wash my hands more often when I am making art! Now, when I'm up and feeling better I'll at least have some useful stuff to kick start my art.
Something I've been fiddling with, for a long time, is an art doll. Since I don't really sew, I wanted to make one out of paper, glue and paint. I got off to a quick start then fizzled out. I picked it up again today and made some actual progress on it. It's currently drying. Clamps all over. Looks spooky! But, I know it's not destined to be spooky. Kinda like a Harlequin/Jester thing. All gold and black. Got to wait and see how it evolves. Then, if I can figure out how to get pics up I promise to share. PCs still hate me.
Stay safe,
redopal
Except this time I tried to use the miseries to my benefit. Since I was locked inside, unable to do much of anything, I just hunkered down and made art. Now, before it sounds like I've created the next great masterpiece, I want to say that what I actually created was the beginnings of art. Such as: Lots and lots of backgrounds. Started on an art journal, which is really coming along amazingly. I had no clue an art journal would be so much fun. The journaling aspect has proven to be the hard part. When you're feeling miserable all the words are dark and dreary. Although, the pages really aren't dark. The brain that controls color was in full swing. The control center for vocabulary...not so much. Without words I guess what I've mainly created is something akin to a coloring book. For sick, big people. Or maybe just ONE sick, big people.
One of the other things that I've been doing is surfing the web. When I didn't think I could do anything artful, I figured I'd just enjoy what others have created. Guess what I found? Commandments. Now, I can't remember where I located them but...there were like 7 or 8 simple instructions for being creative. All spelled out. The one that stuck with me though is the one that said: Get up off your ass and put pen to paper, or paint to paper or thread to fabric. Whatever it is that you do, do it. Quit surfing for ideas and techniques. Those ten minutes you were reading about others doing something, you could've been doing something creative for yourself. And that's what made me put my misery to work for me. I can sneeze at the art table just as well as sitting at the computer desk. And, I wash my hands more often when I am making art! Now, when I'm up and feeling better I'll at least have some useful stuff to kick start my art.
Something I've been fiddling with, for a long time, is an art doll. Since I don't really sew, I wanted to make one out of paper, glue and paint. I got off to a quick start then fizzled out. I picked it up again today and made some actual progress on it. It's currently drying. Clamps all over. Looks spooky! But, I know it's not destined to be spooky. Kinda like a Harlequin/Jester thing. All gold and black. Got to wait and see how it evolves. Then, if I can figure out how to get pics up I promise to share. PCs still hate me.
Stay safe,
redopal
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Lovin' Mixed Media
I recently stumbled upon the most wonderfully amazing site. It's called Lovin' Mixed Media. I was futzing around on Youtube when I came upon a man named Gary Reef and his spectacular art. Lots of getting messy type stuff. You can tell he does a lot of his art out in the garage. In Norway. Where it's cold. And dark for a lot of the time! But, his art really lightens up those dreary skies. He's not shy about sharing his imaginative techniques either. I confess I always wanted to take a can of spray paint to something and his way of combining that with other media just eggs me on to try it.
After joining the site I was inundated with fabulous eye-candy. Really. Eye-Candy. Candy for your eyes, not your tongue. Except, your tongue doesn't stop wagging after the eyes have feasted. Ya gotta check 'em out for yourselves. I'm just sayin'. All sorts of talent. Folks doing art from A-Z. Some dark, Some funky. Some so very colorful. And all are wonderful.
So, go have a look-see: http://www.lovingmixedmedia.com/
Oh, the funny thing, I misspelled my own damn name when signing up!! TJina not Tina. I think I'll leave it like that for awhile. I like the pretentiousness of it!!!! Cracks me up.
Enough for now.
Stay safe.
redopal
After joining the site I was inundated with fabulous eye-candy. Really. Eye-Candy. Candy for your eyes, not your tongue. Except, your tongue doesn't stop wagging after the eyes have feasted. Ya gotta check 'em out for yourselves. I'm just sayin'. All sorts of talent. Folks doing art from A-Z. Some dark, Some funky. Some so very colorful. And all are wonderful.
So, go have a look-see: http://www.lovingmixedmedia.com/
Oh, the funny thing, I misspelled my own damn name when signing up!! TJina not Tina. I think I'll leave it like that for awhile. I like the pretentiousness of it!!!! Cracks me up.
Enough for now.
Stay safe.
redopal
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Discovered
What in the world is going on here? This is the year of being sick, for me. I can't seem to stay healthy. Taking tons of Vitamin C. Airborne at the first sign of sniffles or sneezes from my co-workers. You name it.
And what do I get for my troubles? Sick. First with the head problems, now this is cold/flu number 5 or 6. Turning fifty must mean turning into a virus catcher.
And to top it off: the Dallas Cowboys are trying to beat the New Orleans Saints in the annual Thanksgiving Day Football match. While I am from Texas, originally, I am NOT a Dallas Cowboys fan. Never have been. Can't stand 'em. This is the only part of Thanksgiving I indulge in. I don't hold this as a holiday to celebrate, anything. Sorry excuse for giving thanks, in my opinion. My mother's mother's family is primarily Native American. So I always feel like a heel, schmuck, hypocrite when this stupid holiday rolls around. Most of our family does celebrate. I just can't. When my son was little I had to put on the show for him. Until he got old enough to understand why I dislike this day. (Oooohh: Cowboys just missed a field goal which would've tied up the game!!!) That gives me a happy. Back to my rant. I have a bumper sticker that says: In 1492 Native Americans Discovered Columbus Lost at Sea. Makes me smile just imaging the looks on Native faces. "Who/what are these guys? Look at how silly they're dressed. And, they talk funny." (Dallas LOST: YEA!!!)
I made spaghetti for dinner today. As far from turkey and dressing as I could get. Turned out really good too. Why is it that even when I follow the same recipe for something it hardly ever comes out the same way twice? That's always baffled me. Oh well. Today was a good spaghetti day. Just be "thankful" right?????
I bet there are many folks going out tomorrow to shop the Black Friday sales. Not I. I have to actually work that day. In retail. We get packed even though we don't do any kind of big sales. We're already a used entertainment/bookstore and our prices are very, very low to begin with. What we have going for us though is that we take in stuff that our customers bring in and they spend trade credit with us instead of money. They can always take our cash offers but less than 10% take cash. It's wild and crazy but every Saturday is like that anyway. We're used to getting crushed. Like grapes. But not into wine. More like jam. With all those little seeds left in.
Stay safe, happy & healthy!
redopal
And what do I get for my troubles? Sick. First with the head problems, now this is cold/flu number 5 or 6. Turning fifty must mean turning into a virus catcher.
And to top it off: the Dallas Cowboys are trying to beat the New Orleans Saints in the annual Thanksgiving Day Football match. While I am from Texas, originally, I am NOT a Dallas Cowboys fan. Never have been. Can't stand 'em. This is the only part of Thanksgiving I indulge in. I don't hold this as a holiday to celebrate, anything. Sorry excuse for giving thanks, in my opinion. My mother's mother's family is primarily Native American. So I always feel like a heel, schmuck, hypocrite when this stupid holiday rolls around. Most of our family does celebrate. I just can't. When my son was little I had to put on the show for him. Until he got old enough to understand why I dislike this day. (Oooohh: Cowboys just missed a field goal which would've tied up the game!!!) That gives me a happy. Back to my rant. I have a bumper sticker that says: In 1492 Native Americans Discovered Columbus Lost at Sea. Makes me smile just imaging the looks on Native faces. "Who/what are these guys? Look at how silly they're dressed. And, they talk funny." (Dallas LOST: YEA!!!)
I made spaghetti for dinner today. As far from turkey and dressing as I could get. Turned out really good too. Why is it that even when I follow the same recipe for something it hardly ever comes out the same way twice? That's always baffled me. Oh well. Today was a good spaghetti day. Just be "thankful" right?????
I bet there are many folks going out tomorrow to shop the Black Friday sales. Not I. I have to actually work that day. In retail. We get packed even though we don't do any kind of big sales. We're already a used entertainment/bookstore and our prices are very, very low to begin with. What we have going for us though is that we take in stuff that our customers bring in and they spend trade credit with us instead of money. They can always take our cash offers but less than 10% take cash. It's wild and crazy but every Saturday is like that anyway. We're used to getting crushed. Like grapes. But not into wine. More like jam. With all those little seeds left in.
Stay safe, happy & healthy!
redopal
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Idea vs. Sleep
How often does this happen to you: You're lying in bed, just beginning to drop off and some new/wild/crazy idea pops into your head? And, while trying to decide if you're even able to reach over and grab a pen & paper, you fall instantly back to sleep? The next waking cycle (see I didn't say morning!) that wonderful epiphany is gone! Leaving behind some vague vapor trail. Just a hint of a tease that drives you nuts all day/night long. It happens to me so often that I've now become a "Night Writer". I just reach over, grab the nearest piece of paper and pen and start scribbling. No thought as to what I'm jotting on. I've often written over other swell, great, wondrous thoughts, too. But, at least I have something to try and decipher. Most of the time these ideas are about art. A new technique to try, or maybe an insight that finally found its way into my consciousness. Or, heavens above(!) a way to salvage something that's been going wrong from the get-go. I love those! No starting over, just something to add or subtract that gets the whole project back on track. Wish that would happen more often.
Now, I have a small notebook on the end table, turned to a fresh new page each night, and I tied my favorite pen to it so I don't have to fumble. I have to continue to write in the dark because if I turn on the lamp then I'll be awake for hours trying to go back to sleep. And when weighing the cost of lost sleep against the super-stupendous idea, Hey! I'm gonna choose sleep every time! I'm just sayin'. So what if I have to try to make heads or tails of what my scribbles are saying. That's easier than not getting my 4 or 5 hours of sleep each night! Most times it's more like 3 or 4 hours. If I ever find the switch that cuts off my incessant brainwaves I'm gonna flick that thing off so many times I'll need to set up an account with the local electricians union! Put 'em on speed dial or something. "Hey, can ya send over Oscar or Leo to take a look at the brain switch that was just installed? I think it's broken, again." I say keep your business local.
Stay safe and restful,
redopal
Now, I have a small notebook on the end table, turned to a fresh new page each night, and I tied my favorite pen to it so I don't have to fumble. I have to continue to write in the dark because if I turn on the lamp then I'll be awake for hours trying to go back to sleep. And when weighing the cost of lost sleep against the super-stupendous idea, Hey! I'm gonna choose sleep every time! I'm just sayin'. So what if I have to try to make heads or tails of what my scribbles are saying. That's easier than not getting my 4 or 5 hours of sleep each night! Most times it's more like 3 or 4 hours. If I ever find the switch that cuts off my incessant brainwaves I'm gonna flick that thing off so many times I'll need to set up an account with the local electricians union! Put 'em on speed dial or something. "Hey, can ya send over Oscar or Leo to take a look at the brain switch that was just installed? I think it's broken, again." I say keep your business local.
Stay safe and restful,
redopal
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Butter Fingers!
I was waltzing around my blog. Trying out all kinds of stuff and I inadvertantly deleted 25 comments from the comment field! I didn't even know that would happen. I thought I was getting rid of the comments that needed to be "moderated" and that the actual comments would stay on the blog site. What a freakin' dope!
This ain't email, for sure! Wow, I am in serious need of a nerd/geek friend to drag me through this new adventure. If not, there are going to be many, please quote that, many mistakes in my future!
The learning curve may have met its match.
Stay safe,
redopal
This ain't email, for sure! Wow, I am in serious need of a nerd/geek friend to drag me through this new adventure. If not, there are going to be many, please quote that, many mistakes in my future!
The learning curve may have met its match.
Stay safe,
redopal
Hey! Did you see that?!
I finally managed to load a photo without help from anyone else. I know I have lots to learn and any tips on making the layout of this blog more "presentable" would be gratefully and graciously welcome. (Hint, Hint!)
redopal
redopal
Girl is Back in Town!
Well...maybe not "Exactly" a girl but a female anyway.
It's been a long while but after fighting major health problems, a computer that finally "shit the bed", family concerns and a miscellany of other forms of crap-o-la; I have made it back to blogland.
New and improved less painful brain, PC complete with DSL (no more damn dial-up!), good tidings on the family front and just off of a vacation that was much needed and mostly restful. Big girly sighs all around. I haven't been able to concentrate long enough to do much by way of art, but I have gotten my fingers dirty every now and then. You know, just a reminder of what I'm missing. My art consists of lots of stops & starts. Small projects yet unfinished. I hope that someday those little projects will mature into big 'ol honkin' full-scale art pieces.
I did facilitate a small art gathering at my place of employment on Saturday, 28th. I made up small packets of pre-themed items for creating matchbox shrines. Our company allows me to do these store sponsored events for our customers. I had 10 sign up originally and 7 showed up. And hey! Two gentlemen even graced our tables. That so rarely happens. Lots of fun sharing what little I have taught myself as well as some of the wonderful tips and helpful suggestions I found online from so many fabulous bloggers. Big thankies to ya' all.
I am still having some issues with PC related stuff: mainly scanner/printer. Lost the stupid disc somewhere and haven't found one online to download that doesn't have hidden costs attached to all that "FREE" nonsense being espoused. (See above crap-o-la statement). When my old computer went down it took with it all my pictures and scans of art traded away and gifted to others. It also took all my pics of art send to me. Luckily I have the real deal to gaze upon, but at this time unable to share the wealth with others. Hey! I'm working on it! For any of you wonderful folks who have been so generous with your time by reading my rants, raves, laments and other bitching blather, I'm back up and ready to delight you all!! Or, maybe just piss ya off! Which is always fun for opening up dialogue, I say.
So, forgive me for falling out of touch but I will try harder to post more often and now that I can actually post to other sites, get ready for comments I may leave ya!
Stay safe and wonderful,
redopal
It's been a long while but after fighting major health problems, a computer that finally "shit the bed", family concerns and a miscellany of other forms of crap-o-la; I have made it back to blogland.
New and improved less painful brain, PC complete with DSL (no more damn dial-up!), good tidings on the family front and just off of a vacation that was much needed and mostly restful. Big girly sighs all around. I haven't been able to concentrate long enough to do much by way of art, but I have gotten my fingers dirty every now and then. You know, just a reminder of what I'm missing. My art consists of lots of stops & starts. Small projects yet unfinished. I hope that someday those little projects will mature into big 'ol honkin' full-scale art pieces.
I did facilitate a small art gathering at my place of employment on Saturday, 28th. I made up small packets of pre-themed items for creating matchbox shrines. Our company allows me to do these store sponsored events for our customers. I had 10 sign up originally and 7 showed up. And hey! Two gentlemen even graced our tables. That so rarely happens. Lots of fun sharing what little I have taught myself as well as some of the wonderful tips and helpful suggestions I found online from so many fabulous bloggers. Big thankies to ya' all.
I am still having some issues with PC related stuff: mainly scanner/printer. Lost the stupid disc somewhere and haven't found one online to download that doesn't have hidden costs attached to all that "FREE" nonsense being espoused. (See above crap-o-la statement). When my old computer went down it took with it all my pictures and scans of art traded away and gifted to others. It also took all my pics of art send to me. Luckily I have the real deal to gaze upon, but at this time unable to share the wealth with others. Hey! I'm working on it! For any of you wonderful folks who have been so generous with your time by reading my rants, raves, laments and other bitching blather, I'm back up and ready to delight you all!! Or, maybe just piss ya off! Which is always fun for opening up dialogue, I say.
So, forgive me for falling out of touch but I will try harder to post more often and now that I can actually post to other sites, get ready for comments I may leave ya!
Stay safe and wonderful,
redopal
Monday, April 19, 2010
For Those About to Blog...
I salute you!
A wonderful person has assisted me in figuring out what in blue-blazes is happening with my blog. She was gracious enough to post a picture for me, of an ATC that I created and traded to her. Guess what? I STILL cannot see the damn thing! I've gotten a couple of wonderful comments on it also. I know I made the card, I remember what it looks like, and yet, I still want to see it on my blog! Is that really too much to ask for? Am I being unreasonable? Am I too demanding? No, I am not any of those things. (Ok, yes I am, but just not here and about this!).
I guess I'm going to have to spread some cash around to the Geek Squad or someone like that. A big nerdy person to come to my home, drill me on proper computer use, explain things in a language I cannot speak, then charge me hundreds of dollars, while texting and talking on his/her phone, completely ignoring me the whole time. I don't know if any of that is true, except the dollars part, but that's my visualization of the situation. Like I can't come up with my own shame about things much more important!
Just a note: if this keeps up, I am moving MY show on the road. Going to find a climate more inviting. I've been checking out some of the other blog venues trying to decide. We'll see what lies in store for the future. For any and all of you who try to read this, thank you from the center of my heart.
redopal
A wonderful person has assisted me in figuring out what in blue-blazes is happening with my blog. She was gracious enough to post a picture for me, of an ATC that I created and traded to her. Guess what? I STILL cannot see the damn thing! I've gotten a couple of wonderful comments on it also. I know I made the card, I remember what it looks like, and yet, I still want to see it on my blog! Is that really too much to ask for? Am I being unreasonable? Am I too demanding? No, I am not any of those things. (Ok, yes I am, but just not here and about this!).
I guess I'm going to have to spread some cash around to the Geek Squad or someone like that. A big nerdy person to come to my home, drill me on proper computer use, explain things in a language I cannot speak, then charge me hundreds of dollars, while texting and talking on his/her phone, completely ignoring me the whole time. I don't know if any of that is true, except the dollars part, but that's my visualization of the situation. Like I can't come up with my own shame about things much more important!
Just a note: if this keeps up, I am moving MY show on the road. Going to find a climate more inviting. I've been checking out some of the other blog venues trying to decide. We'll see what lies in store for the future. For any and all of you who try to read this, thank you from the center of my heart.
redopal
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
I Cry "Uncle"
It's been forever and a day since I blasted away at the keyboard. Since life decided, for me, that I had to shoulder so many burdens, I just haven't felt up to sharing a damn thing! Yep, I typed a naughty word. I wish there was a way to type cuss words that you could actually hear. Without all the fancy technology like videos and other assorted gadgetry. (Is there an app for that?) Cuz, that's just not gonna happen from this old gal. I can't even get photos on any Blogger sites anymore. And, I just don't care. If I'm supposed to see all the fabulous art that all my online favorites are doing, thereby enabling me to learn, experiment, experience, well then I guess the Goddess of Personal Computers will have to swoop in and FIX it all up for me. I give up. I have literally thrown my hands up and thrown in the towel. "Uncle". I cry Uncle. I concede. I am no longer interested in playing games with the World Wide Web. It cheats. There's an Ace hiding up its sleeve. And, the damn thing has bodyguards. Big, burly, snarling pitbull type entities. Guarding the sacred entries to complete PC happiness. And, I bet there's a big sign posted somewhere in the ether that states "Do not pass Go, Do not collect information". "Go directly to Jail". And then call the Geek Squad. You can't collect $200.00 because it's gonna cost you oh, so much more than that. There may come a day when I stop signing on. That will be the day when I turn on my computer, hook up to the Web and a message appears that says "Hello, Is anybody out there"? Fade to black. Bye-Bye.
redopal
redopal
Sunday, February 21, 2010
I am...humbled. Let me explain.
The time has come for me to tell everyone about some amazing news. Utterly astounding news to be exact. Ready? I won on the One World One Heart blog event. Now I know that doesn't sound all that wondrous. Let me explain. I won multiple times. Again, not all that uncommon. Let me explain. Following is a list of items, gifts, works of art that are coming my way. Trust me, this is going to be a long posting. (Updates included in black type.)First: I was awarded a magnificent art journal from Shelly at http://shellyraewood.blogspot.com I've never seen with mine own eyes an art journal. I look at the photos in magazines and online and think, "Wow, I could never do something like that". Now I get an opportunity to view one and yeh, even encase some of my randomness in it. I can't wait to see it. Thanks Shelly. Shelly's beautiful journal arrived this week and I am in awe of how gorgeous it is. I don't want to mess it up, but am going to take the plunge and use it for the reason it was created.)Second: I am being honored with a gifting from Jennifer at
http://jenniferconway.blogspot.com/ She picked my number/comment to receive a Scrabble tile with bird artwork pendant, along with a set of tile birdie magnets. I will enjoy wearing the pendant as I adore birds and Scrabble is one of my all-time favorite games. Great pairing of images for your artwork.
Third: Kara from http://motherhenna.com/ has picked me to receive a reading from "Madame Zolda" using cards created by Kara. I have received this enlightening and informative reading from Madame Zolda but am still processing the valuable findings. I may blog about this at a later time when all the pieces come together in my head. Thanks Kara, I will continue to read your information and get back to you, soon I hope.
Fourth: Over at http://atomicwarbride.blogspot.com/ Rita has created Isis the Monster, a fired tile that she absolutely states is going to be mine by virtue of being picked by a random number generator. This lovely "creature" is without a doubt, one of the most "sketchy" items I could have had the pleasure of being gifted with. Isis is a fiery red, one-eyed beauty against a vibrant yellow background. From the photo of Isis it appears she is all sparkly & shimmery. Yummy monster love. Rita, Isis is just "the bomb". ISIS has arrived safe and sound at her new home. And is more spectacular than the blog photo can show. Thanks Rita for sharing ISIS with me.(Now, I said this was going to be a long post, so keep reading as the abundance is not over.)
The date is now February 16th. I'm mosey-ing along checking gmail, going about my average day at the computer when I see an email with the OWOH heading. Huh? I've answered all the emails from the 15th. Still overwhelmed to say the least. When I get this news:
Fifth: Wendy the Gourd Witch will soon be enlivening my domicile. This is a sweet art doll created by Debb, mistress of http://halloweenjinglesbellsboo.blogspot.com With her gourd body and vintage jello mold/tin base, bright orange & black paint, she will fit right in this household. I kid you not! Debb, your art dolls are so much fun and full of quirkiness. Amazing. Let me tell you about Wendy. She's just too damn cute for words. Ok, that doesn't mean I won't come up with something to say anyway. Her precious little face shows all the wrinkles that any self-respecting witch must have to remain a witch in good standing. Her hat is the top of the gourd used for her body, with her stringy hair flying every which way. I love Wendy.Dateline February 17th, 2010: Again with the "just checking my gmail" routine. WHAT? A surprise from another participant in the OWOH event telling me she's sorry that she was a few days late with her notification.
Sixth: (Can you believe this?) The enigmatic Risa is gifting me one of her paintings and a set of greeting cards of her artwork! Her piece is a heart painted with various hues of red and deliciously textured paint. Plus cards I can send to loved ones; that someone else spent hours creating! Yey, I can mail without sitting for hours crafting first! You can find Risa at http://createdbyrisa.com/ I've been back a couple of times already. I got a box full of goodness from Risa today, Feb. 27. Her painting is so cool, although the colors are so HOT! I keep touching it because the texture is scrumptious. Her greeting cards are lovely and I am trying to figure out who's going to get the first one! Thank you Risa for such beautiful art.
And still, there's more. Thank you's from the heart are forthcoming from:http://collagediva.com/ Everyone who commented on her blog gets to download a great collage sheet for personal use. Way cool. Great imagery is always a boon.
While on my magic journey I came across http://stempelchaotin.wordpress.com Sandy from Germany made a collage/mixed media piece with a photo of an elderly woman using a spinning wheel. When I saw the photo, I was reminded of my grandmother who had just passed away. The strength emanating from the woman, the steel backbone, the straight-forward stare, that's what I saw that made me gulp for air. I said as much to Sandy in my comment. Next day, email with attachment of photo for personal use. Yep, I get to work this image into my own art. Then, on my blog, there's a comment from Martha of http://m-is-for-martha.blogspot.com/ telling me to come back and visit her blog for important information. Ok, off I go to see what Martha's up to. Lo and behold! There's a list of folks that have been picked by Martha to receive a "little surprise" from her. These are extra gifts that she wants to give to a select few whose comments tickled her fancy in one way or another. I admit when I was on her blog, snooping around, I read her profile page and found her answer to the random question posed by blogger to be one of the funniest I'd come across. I just couldn't resist referring to it when I posted my comment. In her email to me she stated that she initially thought my comment was Spam! All I did was offer her a shovel. (Read her profile to find out where the shovel comes in). (I corrected her blog address above. Sorry Martha, but whoever Trey is, he hasn't blogged since 2003 and really needs to get busy!)Now that you've probably taken at least one "pee break", refilled your coffee or tea cup and possibly wondered if I'm making all this up, I can unequivocally state I am not. Except for the email from Sandy, you can follow up on each blog site to see for yourselves how true all this is.
I did! A couple of times. Cuz, I didn't believe it either!
I've asked myself, countless times, how did I get so lucky?
I think I have an answer. Albeit a very metaphysical reason. Since last autumn, up until this January, I have gone through a great deal of loss, sadness, and, at times, abject depression. It has literally felt like my little piece of the universe has forsaken me and fallen apart.
When I began to lift my head & straighten my spine, I promised myself I would renew my outlook and get on with my life. I couldn't change occurrences but I could use the lessons from life as catalysts for personal change & growth. PTB (the Powers That Be) must've seen this as worthy of reward for coming out of my funk & cloud of self-pity.
Since the universe can't abide a void, it saw fit to fill up the miserable space I had vacated with something positive and astounding. Art. Art from many people who were willing to share their gifts with a stranger. Never knowing that this was not a gift of a "thing" but the presentation of a key. A key to a gate that was in jeopardy of rusting shut. Becoming overgrown with spiny, thorny vegetation. Maybe kudzu. A strangling, destroying entity.
So, I was given a temporary stroke of luck. A little something from PTB to welcome, and encourage, me back to land of the living. But, obviously, with the caveat that I best get busy and contribute a little beauty and creativity as my way of paying back to the sacred realm of art.
Whew! This post is so long I had to take a "pee break!" I can't wait to get some help with this blog so that I can post pictures of the lovely gifts when they arrive. A friend of a friend is willing to help when we can set up a convenient, mutual time. Which is not going to be soon enough for me! I want to show the respect due to all those amazing and talented people who have shown such generosity. They deserve the kudos.
Thanks for staying up and reading this long winded chapter of my life!
redopal
http://jenniferconway.blogspot.com/ She picked my number/comment to receive a Scrabble tile with bird artwork pendant, along with a set of tile birdie magnets. I will enjoy wearing the pendant as I adore birds and Scrabble is one of my all-time favorite games. Great pairing of images for your artwork.
Third: Kara from http://motherhenna.com/ has picked me to receive a reading from "Madame Zolda" using cards created by Kara. I have received this enlightening and informative reading from Madame Zolda but am still processing the valuable findings. I may blog about this at a later time when all the pieces come together in my head. Thanks Kara, I will continue to read your information and get back to you, soon I hope.
Fourth: Over at http://atomicwarbride.blogspot.com/ Rita has created Isis the Monster, a fired tile that she absolutely states is going to be mine by virtue of being picked by a random number generator. This lovely "creature" is without a doubt, one of the most "sketchy" items I could have had the pleasure of being gifted with. Isis is a fiery red, one-eyed beauty against a vibrant yellow background. From the photo of Isis it appears she is all sparkly & shimmery. Yummy monster love. Rita, Isis is just "the bomb". ISIS has arrived safe and sound at her new home. And is more spectacular than the blog photo can show. Thanks Rita for sharing ISIS with me.(Now, I said this was going to be a long post, so keep reading as the abundance is not over.)
The date is now February 16th. I'm mosey-ing along checking gmail, going about my average day at the computer when I see an email with the OWOH heading. Huh? I've answered all the emails from the 15th. Still overwhelmed to say the least. When I get this news:
Fifth: Wendy the Gourd Witch will soon be enlivening my domicile. This is a sweet art doll created by Debb, mistress of http://halloweenjinglesbellsboo.blogspot.com With her gourd body and vintage jello mold/tin base, bright orange & black paint, she will fit right in this household. I kid you not! Debb, your art dolls are so much fun and full of quirkiness. Amazing. Let me tell you about Wendy. She's just too damn cute for words. Ok, that doesn't mean I won't come up with something to say anyway. Her precious little face shows all the wrinkles that any self-respecting witch must have to remain a witch in good standing. Her hat is the top of the gourd used for her body, with her stringy hair flying every which way. I love Wendy.Dateline February 17th, 2010: Again with the "just checking my gmail" routine. WHAT? A surprise from another participant in the OWOH event telling me she's sorry that she was a few days late with her notification.
Sixth: (Can you believe this?) The enigmatic Risa is gifting me one of her paintings and a set of greeting cards of her artwork! Her piece is a heart painted with various hues of red and deliciously textured paint. Plus cards I can send to loved ones; that someone else spent hours creating! Yey, I can mail without sitting for hours crafting first! You can find Risa at http://createdbyrisa.com/ I've been back a couple of times already. I got a box full of goodness from Risa today, Feb. 27. Her painting is so cool, although the colors are so HOT! I keep touching it because the texture is scrumptious. Her greeting cards are lovely and I am trying to figure out who's going to get the first one! Thank you Risa for such beautiful art.
And still, there's more. Thank you's from the heart are forthcoming from:http://collagediva.com/ Everyone who commented on her blog gets to download a great collage sheet for personal use. Way cool. Great imagery is always a boon.
While on my magic journey I came across http://stempelchaotin.wordpress.com Sandy from Germany made a collage/mixed media piece with a photo of an elderly woman using a spinning wheel. When I saw the photo, I was reminded of my grandmother who had just passed away. The strength emanating from the woman, the steel backbone, the straight-forward stare, that's what I saw that made me gulp for air. I said as much to Sandy in my comment. Next day, email with attachment of photo for personal use. Yep, I get to work this image into my own art. Then, on my blog, there's a comment from Martha of http://m-is-for-martha.blogspot.com/ telling me to come back and visit her blog for important information. Ok, off I go to see what Martha's up to. Lo and behold! There's a list of folks that have been picked by Martha to receive a "little surprise" from her. These are extra gifts that she wants to give to a select few whose comments tickled her fancy in one way or another. I admit when I was on her blog, snooping around, I read her profile page and found her answer to the random question posed by blogger to be one of the funniest I'd come across. I just couldn't resist referring to it when I posted my comment. In her email to me she stated that she initially thought my comment was Spam! All I did was offer her a shovel. (Read her profile to find out where the shovel comes in). (I corrected her blog address above. Sorry Martha, but whoever Trey is, he hasn't blogged since 2003 and really needs to get busy!)Now that you've probably taken at least one "pee break", refilled your coffee or tea cup and possibly wondered if I'm making all this up, I can unequivocally state I am not. Except for the email from Sandy, you can follow up on each blog site to see for yourselves how true all this is.
I did! A couple of times. Cuz, I didn't believe it either!
I've asked myself, countless times, how did I get so lucky?
I think I have an answer. Albeit a very metaphysical reason. Since last autumn, up until this January, I have gone through a great deal of loss, sadness, and, at times, abject depression. It has literally felt like my little piece of the universe has forsaken me and fallen apart.
When I began to lift my head & straighten my spine, I promised myself I would renew my outlook and get on with my life. I couldn't change occurrences but I could use the lessons from life as catalysts for personal change & growth. PTB (the Powers That Be) must've seen this as worthy of reward for coming out of my funk & cloud of self-pity.
Since the universe can't abide a void, it saw fit to fill up the miserable space I had vacated with something positive and astounding. Art. Art from many people who were willing to share their gifts with a stranger. Never knowing that this was not a gift of a "thing" but the presentation of a key. A key to a gate that was in jeopardy of rusting shut. Becoming overgrown with spiny, thorny vegetation. Maybe kudzu. A strangling, destroying entity.
So, I was given a temporary stroke of luck. A little something from PTB to welcome, and encourage, me back to land of the living. But, obviously, with the caveat that I best get busy and contribute a little beauty and creativity as my way of paying back to the sacred realm of art.
Whew! This post is so long I had to take a "pee break!" I can't wait to get some help with this blog so that I can post pictures of the lovely gifts when they arrive. A friend of a friend is willing to help when we can set up a convenient, mutual time. Which is not going to be soon enough for me! I want to show the respect due to all those amazing and talented people who have shown such generosity. They deserve the kudos.
Thanks for staying up and reading this long winded chapter of my life!
redopal
Monday, February 15, 2010
Back to Normal? Why?
One World One Heart is over. But that doesn't mean that we go back to our regular routines.
This event has a purpose. To connect. To share. To unite.
For me, the real event starts now.
All those wonderful bloggers who have been frenzied trying to keep up with all the comments left for them to ponder. Now, I get to go back and check out the closets, cubbyholes, nooks & crannies of each blog that I visited while on the mad carpet ride. All those hidden details that may have escaped me the first time through.
I made a new folder in my favorites and bookmarked all those amazing sites so that I could re-visit. I knew if I just added them without labelling, I would likely forget where I found them. I'd probably miss out on something and well....I can't have that now can I?
As a person who didn't have anything to giveaway I have benefited so much. So many whose blogs I visited, came over to say hello. Some gave advice for the technical difficulties of blog ownership. Most importantly: there were so many who gave support for the personal hardships that are encompassing my life. To each and everyone of you, I give my most sincere thanks. You have shown that the Blog-o-sphere is a tiny little village where everyone is a friend.
My blessings are many and to each I share a bit of that fortune.
redopal
This event has a purpose. To connect. To share. To unite.
For me, the real event starts now.
All those wonderful bloggers who have been frenzied trying to keep up with all the comments left for them to ponder. Now, I get to go back and check out the closets, cubbyholes, nooks & crannies of each blog that I visited while on the mad carpet ride. All those hidden details that may have escaped me the first time through.
I made a new folder in my favorites and bookmarked all those amazing sites so that I could re-visit. I knew if I just added them without labelling, I would likely forget where I found them. I'd probably miss out on something and well....I can't have that now can I?
As a person who didn't have anything to giveaway I have benefited so much. So many whose blogs I visited, came over to say hello. Some gave advice for the technical difficulties of blog ownership. Most importantly: there were so many who gave support for the personal hardships that are encompassing my life. To each and everyone of you, I give my most sincere thanks. You have shown that the Blog-o-sphere is a tiny little village where everyone is a friend.
My blessings are many and to each I share a bit of that fortune.
redopal
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