Spent the better part of today making the home a little more artistically homey. I finished the bedroom mural of scattered bamboo trees and repainted the cabinets we have in there. I also got a little "stained glass painting" kit which basically is a short cut in getting stained glass effects without the cut glass and missing fingers.
I tend to get around to these home improvement projects as family/friends' visits draw near. Can't help it, I just love having things as near to perfect as possible for visitors (at this point we should have some sympathy for Mike who cleans the house whether or not company's coming). This upcoming weekend Mike's parents are coming in to visit us. We have such great visits whenever either family comes in to town, and this will be the first time they see our new house.
I also bought a red geranium, and those who came to our wedding know that red geraniums hold special significance for me. Those red little flowers brought back so many memories of our wedding. And I went to three different green houses to get the right color: not pink, not coral, but fire engine red. They match our red door perfectly, too.
Well, have to get ready for visitors tonight.
Friday, April 22, 2005
Thursday, April 21, 2005
It's really freakin' late...
I have tomorrow off, so I'm enjoying a little late night alone time. I say alone, when actually the night shift has clocked in at our house. We have two sets of pets: the solar powered kind and the kind where we have to tell our daytime visitors that it's not an empty cage, just drop by around 1 am or 6am before they call it a day... night... whatever.
So, at this late hour, going strong and weighing in at 8 oz. or so of fluff is our chinchilla Cooper (named for the Mini Cooper his spirit embodies). His big beady lil black eyes can make out every detail in the near dark. Not total dark because above him, in the corner, weighing in at, gosh, 2 oz is our leopard gecko Chrysopholax (named for a Tolkein dragon), and he has a black light heat source which casts off an eerie purple haze that late night joggers may interpret as a nightly seance or smoke out... who knows, we're artists and with that comes certain preconceived notions. And unless our leopard gecko is holding out on us, he's probably just crawling around his plastic bonsai tree looking for crickets: moving with a zen like calm, his white body glowing under the light making him look ethereal, his S-curving walk attaining a grace I'll never posses. Upon seeing me, he raises his head, takes a full two seconds to languidly blink his marbelized golden eyes at me and contemplate how my species became the dominant one when I clean up his poop corner. Who is the Master? Who is the Grasshopper? I bow and walk out of the room backwards...
Our Degu, a small cousin to the chinny, does have a name (Bilbo because he's so hobbit like), but we can't resist calling him 'the Degu.' He's working the swing shift, meaning he's a dusk and dawn critter that hopefully in the wild gets by on that confusing time when the day predators get to chatting with the night predators before they clock in, and meanwhile the degus get their little business done. So, since I'm up, I get an occasional squeak from him. He's not hungry, that's a different squeak. He's not bored really, either, it's his way of saying "Hey! Whazzup?!" (One day I'll see him point his little paw at me, then tap his chest twice... and no one will believe me).
We have also a big Tokay gecko who will kill at any given chance, so it's hard to decide what shift he's on. And since his kind don't have eyelids, who's to say if he's asleep or just luring you into a false sense of security?
Well, those are pretty much my nighttime thoughts. No 2 am feedings, just some psychedelic lights, jumping furballs, tai chi lizards and an occasional "Whazzup!"
So, at this late hour, going strong and weighing in at 8 oz. or so of fluff is our chinchilla Cooper (named for the Mini Cooper his spirit embodies). His big beady lil black eyes can make out every detail in the near dark. Not total dark because above him, in the corner, weighing in at, gosh, 2 oz is our leopard gecko Chrysopholax (named for a Tolkein dragon), and he has a black light heat source which casts off an eerie purple haze that late night joggers may interpret as a nightly seance or smoke out... who knows, we're artists and with that comes certain preconceived notions. And unless our leopard gecko is holding out on us, he's probably just crawling around his plastic bonsai tree looking for crickets: moving with a zen like calm, his white body glowing under the light making him look ethereal, his S-curving walk attaining a grace I'll never posses. Upon seeing me, he raises his head, takes a full two seconds to languidly blink his marbelized golden eyes at me and contemplate how my species became the dominant one when I clean up his poop corner. Who is the Master? Who is the Grasshopper? I bow and walk out of the room backwards...
Our Degu, a small cousin to the chinny, does have a name (Bilbo because he's so hobbit like), but we can't resist calling him 'the Degu.' He's working the swing shift, meaning he's a dusk and dawn critter that hopefully in the wild gets by on that confusing time when the day predators get to chatting with the night predators before they clock in, and meanwhile the degus get their little business done. So, since I'm up, I get an occasional squeak from him. He's not hungry, that's a different squeak. He's not bored really, either, it's his way of saying "Hey! Whazzup?!" (One day I'll see him point his little paw at me, then tap his chest twice... and no one will believe me).
We have also a big Tokay gecko who will kill at any given chance, so it's hard to decide what shift he's on. And since his kind don't have eyelids, who's to say if he's asleep or just luring you into a false sense of security?
Well, those are pretty much my nighttime thoughts. No 2 am feedings, just some psychedelic lights, jumping furballs, tai chi lizards and an occasional "Whazzup!"
And so it begins
Welcome to my blog. You may be fellow bloggers, or friends, or family or someone who stumbled here from one of my galleries; regardless, here you are privy to my secret little thoughts and wanderings. I can't say for sure what you'll uncover, but I can tell you I'll be honest. Art can lie. It can deceive and trick and flatter, and as an artist I've done all those things with art when the occassion called for it. Words can be duplicitous as well, but I can't claim to be a craftsman with words (though sometimes I like using words for flare... words like duplicitous...).
One goal I hope to accomplish for myself, is to have a record of my thoughts that I can match to a work or body of work. Shuffling through my portfolios, I'll come across something that will hit me in the face like a frying pan. "What was I thinking?" and not in the way that's negative necessarily, but sometimes I'd like to be thinking whatever it was again so I could reproduce whatever it was that I like in the resulting artwork. Kind of like someone going through their closet and finding an old pair of leather pants. Oooo, what was I thinking when I bought these? And what the hell made me wear them outside? And if I stop eating for 2 weeks, can I still fit into them? That kind of thing.
So, with some luck, even the non-artistic-type people (hereafter referred to as 'normals') will find something in my observations useful, or humorous, or cautionary depending on my moods. Comments will be relished with delight and eagerly read and commented on. And I hope people will be forgiving of the occasional typo or learning mistakes with using my first blog.
Thanks and enjoy!
Regan
One goal I hope to accomplish for myself, is to have a record of my thoughts that I can match to a work or body of work. Shuffling through my portfolios, I'll come across something that will hit me in the face like a frying pan. "What was I thinking?" and not in the way that's negative necessarily, but sometimes I'd like to be thinking whatever it was again so I could reproduce whatever it was that I like in the resulting artwork. Kind of like someone going through their closet and finding an old pair of leather pants. Oooo, what was I thinking when I bought these? And what the hell made me wear them outside? And if I stop eating for 2 weeks, can I still fit into them? That kind of thing.
So, with some luck, even the non-artistic-type people (hereafter referred to as 'normals') will find something in my observations useful, or humorous, or cautionary depending on my moods. Comments will be relished with delight and eagerly read and commented on. And I hope people will be forgiving of the occasional typo or learning mistakes with using my first blog.
Thanks and enjoy!
Regan
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