Lyvvie.

Lyvvie hasn't seen my neck tattoo?

It looks like this:



I also have a small art palette on the side of my heel.




A lyre on the inside of my wrist.




And the Southern Cross on my foot.

Happy Birthday Share Your Tears!

Have this weird feeling inside.
Like life is beautiful.
Weird only in the sense that I thought I already knew that.
But there is a warmth. Who knows what it comes from. Acceptance? Peace? Closure?
I feel like something is really right.
And the warmth glows more beautifully than beautiful ever did.

I've been sawing wood, building frames.
I got another commission today! I am much excited, the subject is beautiful.
And I have two works to paint for Australia and a work to paint for Chicago.
I am cutting and sawing and getting them all ready.

Then I have some paintings to do for my love.

And then...then I have some paintings to do for my *love*. For the love of it. For the love. The photos have been selected and I am building the boxes tonight. From the moment I decided to paint today amazing music sings of it's own accord in my head.

I hope to paint two impressive works tomorrow.
Impressive to me.
For it is my opinion I care about on this.

And I feel...with the warmth....I may do it.

In less waffly, more exciting news....SHARE YOUR TEARS TURNED ONE TODAY!
Very exciting.
I *must* get onto finding a way to make t-shirts for it.
I want, I want, I do.

The Crayon Project.

I found beautiful, delicious, wonderful crayon cushions.
Crayons make my heart sing.
I have a crayon t-shirt and a crayon in my neck tattoo.
Anyway at first I bought them for my room.
But then as I gazed overly-lovingly at them I thought 'they'd be fun up a tree'.
Then I thought 'they'd be fun in a garden'
Then I thought 'they'd be fun halfway up a lamp post'
And then I thought of the travelling gnome.
And I thought 'crayons ought to travel too, no fair!'

and so I have come to the conclusion...

I must get more crayon cushions.
Travel crayon cushions.
And I must have at least 1 with me in the car at all times (preferably 5)
And whenever there is a chance to place them somewhere dandy, I shall pull over and place them and then take a photo.

Maybe I shall even make the crayon blog.
OoooHHhhHHhhhhh because they are *SO* pretty.

I am much looking forward to it.
*nods head*

Hoorah!

It's Sandwich Making Day.

I remember my mother at the beginning of the school year buying a kazillion sandwich making supplies and then proceeding to make a kazillion sandwiches. She'd wrap each in wax paper and then initial them with mine or my siblings initials. From there they went to the freezer and each morning before school we'd fish around in that deep chest freezer and yank out a sandwich with our initial on it.

Today I have decided to write a large list of all the paintings I have to do. I need to survey my wood supplies and, having enough, I need to start cutting pieces to size. Then I need to prime them, coat them, and organise compositions. From there I draw each work up.

Drawing up a work (the foundation of painting) is - to me - the hardest part of it all.

Then I shall stack them all neatly on one of my workbenches. a.k.a the freezer.

What's that? *that's* sandwich making day in the art world. Whenever I'm hungry to paint all I have to do is reach in and grab a canvas, already initialed and ready to go.



Aside from this today is chocolate cookies, clean damp hair, smooth skin and beautiful music day.
That's what today is.

*runs off to compile list of sandwiches*

Cool. Uncool.

I was cleaning up some things in my studio when I found a stack of framed prints I bought for cheap somewhere. I didn't buy them for the prints, of course, I bought them for the frames and glass. I was going to empty them, paint to size, and use them for my watercolours.

Well, now that I don't paint on paper that's no longer really applicable. But then I thought COOL...Absorbent Ground can be painted on anything (theoretically) so I can paint it on top of the glass and then paint my paintings on top of that.
About three seconds later I thought UNCOOL....imagine someone trying to hang their painting, dropping it, and smashing their artwork to smithereens. Who wants to pay hundreds of dollars for splintered glass?

I suppose I can easily paint on wood and snap the wood into the back of the frames.
But then again I'm loving the boxed frames I've been doing.

I guess I'll just save the frames for another rainy day.

As Way of Explanation.

Jukebox - Ani DiFranco

in the jukebox of her memory
the list of names flips by and stops
and she closes her eyes
and smiles as the record drops
then she drinks herself up and out of her kitchen chair
and she dances out of time
as slow as she can sway
as long as she can say
this dance is mine
this dance is mine

her hair bears silent witness
to the passing of time
tattoos like mile markers
map the distance she has gone
winning some, losing some
but she says my sister still calls every sunday night
after the rates go down
and i still can never manage to say anything right
and my whole life blew up
and now its all coming down

she says, leave me alone
tonight i just wanna stay home
she fills the pot with water
and she drops in the bone
she says, i've got a darkness that i have to feed
i got a sadness that grows up around like a weed
and i'm not hurting anyone
i'm just spiraling in
and then she closes her eyes
and hears the song begin again

she appreciates the phone calls
the consoling cards and such
she appreciates all the people
who come by and try to pull her back in touch
they try to hold the lid down tightly
and they try to shake well
but the oil and water
they just wanna separate themselves

she drinks herself up and out of her kitchen chair
and she dances out of time
as slow as she can sway
as long as she can say
this dance is mine
this dance is mine
this dance is mine

Camping.

Impromtu camping trip!

Heading North, sleeping in the car.

Turned the jeep into a bed and now throwing in the fun stuff, like mozzie repellant and sunscreen.

Back later, loves!

Happy creating out there.

S.

p.s: Amanda I'm going to email you! (or PM you) with our phone number and destination, on the offchance it is close to you and you want to picnic this weekend.