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Thank goodness we survived the Mayan Apocalypse. I, for one, was not that worried. I’m more worried about global warming. One time in Mexico The Husband and I visited the Mayan ruins in Chichen Itza. It was so hot I told my husband no wonder they performed human sacrifices. It was probably just to get out of the heat.
Madonna and child. With Dog (mine)
This of course has nothing to do with Christmas 2012. I’m just rambling. So back to the matter at hand. If you celebrate Christmas, Merry Christmas! If you don’t, happy winter solstice, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanza, Happy Festivus and a very happy New Year to all.
Thank you for visiting this blog, commenting and/or “liking”.
Here’s to a Happy, Healthy 2013 to you all.
Saturday’s require me to be upstate to clean out my mom’s condo with the siblings. When Alice told me she wouldn’t be available until about noon because she and her youngest son, Jack, 18, were taking a drawing class together I decided to get in on the action. Our homework last week was to do a drawing of a dog or cat. Of course we chose to draw our dogs. I drew Kaiya, the barfing dog who hates the car and they drew their dog Angus aka “Gus”. Here are the results:
Here’s Alice’s drawing of Gus The Golden Retriever:
And here’s Jack’s drawing of Gus as a puppy:
The class has been great fun for the three of us. It makes Saturday’s task of cleaning out the condo much easier after two hours of drawing.
On another note, this morning on “Sunday Morning” there was a story of a woman who did a “painting” of The Last Supper using dryer lint! WHAT? Were they kidding?
Sadly, they were not.
And she had big plans for more pieces of lint art. Bigger, Bolder, Lintier pieces of lint art. While I laughed and laughed while watching the segment, this lint artist had the last laugh when they reported that she had sold the Dryer Lint Last Supper for $12,000. That shut me up as I ran to the dryer to clean out the lint trap.
What to do with my hand-made paper from last weekend?
Make a book. Kind of appropriate since the paper was made from old library catalog cards.
The bookmaking weekend (not the kind of bookmaking that involves illegal activities) started off with the barfing dog knocking me over with her svelte 98 lb body. She was just so happy to be in the country with her cousin Gus the golden retriever that she ran right into me knocking me into the side of my sister’s house. I immediately self medicated.
This book was made using about 7 pieces of the hand-made paper folded in half and attached using some binding strips cut from the paper and then sewing into each folded piece (signature).
Now the question is, what do I do with my book? I don’t think the paper is good for watercolor. Maybe for journaling? I can write down all the random stuff I think about. Like why when someone shows you a picture on their phone, it’s not just one picture. It the modern equivalent of someone taking out their wallet to show you a picture of their kid (dog, cat, car) and as their wallet opens, a 7 foot plastic accordion of photos falls out. You know you’re gonna be there a long time.
Why can’t I get enough chocolate?
Why is everyone reading “The girl with the dragon tattoo?”
A friend of my sister’s was showing me his accordion of photos on his Blackberry when he got to a photo he called “girl wearing totally inappropriate clothing for her body type”. I asked if that was Stieg Larsson’s 4th book. We laughed and laughed.
Patti’s 50th birthday tray
Walking our dogs along 4th Ave one evening, Charlie noticed one of his dogs sniffing around a small glassine envelope on the ground. Charlie said “Geordi found a nickel bag.” As you know if you read my previous post about gentrification, a number of years ago we could have found a number of things on the sidewalk from crack vials to needles to…well you get the idea.
Now, not so much.
I looked down and thought ”I wonder what you get in a nickel bag these days?” Or…is a nickel bag still worth a nickel? Charlie told me it was now called a venti bag. We laughed and laughed. Oh, the times they are a changin’.
What does the above story have to do with the photo of the broken ceramic tray above?
A number of years ago cousin Patti gave me this huge wooden tray and some left over tiles from her fireplace surround and asked if I could do something with them. I had them in my apartment for a looooooong time. So long, in fact that I think it was a few years when SUDDENLY AND WITHOUT WARNING, Patti turned 50 and I was invited to the party. What to give? How about a decorative tiled tray? But how to do it since I never did anything like this before. I painted the tray to match the roses, did some decorative painting on the sides and then had the most fun smashing the tiles. Got me some grout, laid out the tiles and voila! Done. And it weighs a TON! Patti loved it and all was well in the world.
Kaiya – 5 years old – May 2010
When I moved into my apartment it was located in a “transitional” neighborhood. There was a corner bodega with bullet proof glass that did a brisk drug business. Empty lots dotted local blocks. And shady looking kids hung out on the corner. It’s NOW a very desirable location.
If there was any doubt at all that my neighborhood has experienced full-out gentrification (actually, there was no doubt; it happened years ago), this latest experience sealed the deal.
Time: Evening dog walk (approximately 9:45 pm)
Place: 4th Ave in front of McDonald’s
Situation: A man in a suit is complaining to two police officers that he walked up to the McDonald’s drive through window and the man wouldn’t sell him two cheeseburgers. AND THEN, apparently the McDonald’s’ employee said something like “you people” which caused Mr. Suit to feel he was being discriminated against.
Charlie and I were extremely amused by the whole exchange but when a SECOND police car came screaming down 4th Ave., lights and sirens blaring, made a U-turn and pulled up on the sidewalk in front of Mickey D’s I looked at Charlie and said “THIS is the biggest thing happening in the 78 precinct tonight?”
Apparently it was.
Since Mr. whiny suit wearing yuppie didn’t have a license plate nailed to his ass and the drive-through window guy didn’t want to serve him, Mr. wswy CALLED THE POLICE? Really? The police? And they showed up at the scene of “the crime”. We were amused for days. I would have given the employee a frosty glare and gone home. Damn entitled yuppies.
Another way to tell your neighborhood is too gentrified? When your dog’s bed looks more comfortable than yours. Here is a sketch of Kaiya, our 5-year-old Akita/Shepherd/Lab(?) rescue on her new bed which is “paprika” and black. Paprika? You bet! That’s what the catalog said and I’m sticking to it! She’s about 95 lbs, and is a great dog, is very loving, except when those really yappy dogs start with her (I’m talking to YOU, Mango) or when she meets another Alpha female. Oy!
Could be worse. I could be trying to get two cheeseburgers from the drive-thru at Micky D’s without a car!
To those of you who celebrate Christmas, Merry Christmas!
For those of you who don’t, Happy Festivus (for the rest of us). If that doesn’t work for you then Happy Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, or Winter Solstice (at least the days are starting to get longer).
I mailed out the above image on a Christmas card to family and friends. Only to discover that I had sent the card TWICE to some friends (Kung) and not at all to others (Mary and Elise). It’s probably because I did not make a list & check it twice.
I am not a list maker. My husband makes lists all the time. Then leaves them all over the house and forgets about them. I try to keep all the information I need in my head, only to discover that, with all the other junk rolling around in there, oft times I forget what I’m supposed to remember. (Or worse, I remember what I’m trying to forget.)
My sister used to be a very organized list maker. To the point that one time she wrote a very long list and then went shopping with it. She got stuck at a store because she accomplished something on her list but didn’t want to cross it off said list because she DID NOT HAVE THE SAME PEN SHE WROTE THE LIST WITH. Thank God she got over that stage of anal retentiveness.
I suppose lists are good. Especially when sending out Christmas Cards. I hope Santa has me on his list! (Even if I have only been moderately good this year.)
So, to all my friends, family and blog readers. If you got a card from me, yay. If you didn’t, I meant to send you one. If you got two, make sure you save it since I probably won’t send cards again for another 5 years.
Thank you for reading my blog and for all your comments on my paintings and my rants. A special thank you to Leslie for photo-shopping this image of Madonna and Child…with dog.
Happy Holidays to all and Here’s to a Happy and Healthy
Here is another picture of my 100 lb barfing dog. Her name is Kaiya and she’s 4 1/2 years old. She hates the car. What dog hates the car? Apparently this dog hates the car. I took this picture of her after we drove up to Putnam County. She had already barfed in the car. Twice.
I am excited to say that my crab apple painting got into the Putnam County Arts Council Juried Show.
Lest you forgot, here’s the picture again. This time framed and hanging in the gallery. (Not the greatest picture as I took it with my phone.)
Still don’t remember? Here it is unframed, but finished:
If you’re in Putnam County, please stop by and see the show. My sister has a piece in it too. A lovely handmade book. It’s made out of old library cards. She made paper from the shredded cards and then made a book out of the paper. The cover is made from actual library cards. How cool is that? It’s called “Pulp from Fiction” and here it is:
This is not my self-portrait.
I forgot to tell you about the class involving negative spaces. Then I will show you my self-portrait. By drawing the space around the object, you get the object. While I understood the concept, I found this difficult to do. I kept wanting to draw the stool instead of the negative spaces. However, it was another interesting lesson and now I can’t stop seeing negative spaces .
As long as I don’t see dead people.
Here is my in-the-works self-portrait which we did on the final day. I don’t know why the background is green. One of those camera mysteries I never know how to solve.
I’ll give you a moment to stop laughing.
Are you done?
Here is the final version:
I look like I’ve been stunned by the flash of the camera in the police station while they were taking my mug shot during the booking process! I should be holding a sign with numbers on it. Most of us came out looking like we were “staring” since we were staring into a mirror for 3 hours. (The teacher did his self portrait in about 20 minutes!) And yes, I had a lot of help from the teacher.
You know how they say owners and dogs end up looking alike? Well, I think I am starting to look like my lovely dog Kaiya whose portrait was done by my dear friend Judy.
Now If I could only get my ear to stand up like that.