Saturday, August 29, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
On Tuesday, I worked three straight hours at More Fire Making beads and then I came home to find out that my family was going tho the baseball game that night and I was on my own. I had planned on making grilled cheese and tomato sandwiches for everyone, but being alone, I instead had a multigrain baguette with triple creme brie and tomato slices. It was a wonderful dinner. The only bad part was that I ate over half of the baguette, .38 lb. of cheese and two tomatoes.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
I found these lovely little paintings at Karingrow's Etsy shop. I wonder if I could make a glass beads to look like these? I am quite nostalgic for the sea and the sand and the sun that usually accompany them. I wish I could be Ponyo racing across the crest of the wave. Although I also wish I could be Tuturo, sleeping in the cavern of a giant oak tree.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
I had a dream last night. I was on a barge that was up against a dock. I was waiting for something, so I picked up a magazine and sat in a deck chair at the back railing near the water.
Friday, August 21, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
This one is mostly dark ivory with celadon frit and a couple of lines of copper green, I must have put a stripe of transparent in the top part - I don't remember doing it though.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
I put together about five of these stuffed owl pillow like things. I am not sure they are worth the effort. They just don't make me smile like the Foundlings do. But maybe that is not their fault. Not a whole lot makes me smile these days. I don't like myself much, so I don't like anything I make. School is looming over me like a dark cloud about to rain ink rain. I do not know where I am working this year but it will definitely not be the position I was in last year - or the building (my choice, as I will not, cannot work there). I am waiting to hear from a private school as my own district made me fill out an entire application and interview for an elementary position (for which I was hired in the first place). I am at such a crossroads.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
I of course continue to purchase new junk and found lots more zippers and this lovely thread at an estate sale. Above is my attempt at creating an artistic photo of the thread. And below...the shoe molds I did not buy, I just took their photo and played around with it in photoshop.
Monday, August 17, 2009
Mad Men finally aired again last night. My favorite line is when Betty says to Don that their daughter has gotten into his tools like a little lesbian and then she smiles the
most lovely,warmhearted, knowing smile ever smiled. Mostly I just want to look at Betty and Joan for an hour.
If you are a fan of the show you should read this wonderful article What Frank O’Hara Tells Us About Don Draper. The article discusses the use of Frank O'hara's collection of poems titled Meditations in an Emergency with in the context of the character development in the show. I have never read O'hara's work, but here is a taste of the article...
[O'hara was] A gay man, he was an accomplished and well-known poet and published a number of well-received volumes before his untimely death at age forty. He worked as an assistant curator in the Museum of Modern Art and was close to a number of the most important painters of that time, including Willem de Kooning, Larry Rivers, and Joan Mitchell. These biographical details do not much connote the life of the Madison Avenue lifestyle of Don Draper.
However, there is in O’Hara’s poetry a crisis of identity and identification that very much evokes Don’s life. “To the Harbormaster,” the first poem in Meditations in an Emergency, begins,
I wanted to be sure to reach you
though my ship was on the way it got caught
in some moorings.
I am always tying up
and then deciding to depart.
I hope this makes you realize that you should read the entire piece.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Thursday, August 13, 2009
While I was taking pics of the glass beads yesterday I noticed the beautiful shadows that the giant thisle was casting. So with bees swarming around, I got two great shots. The second one actually has the shadow of a bee! I love how its wing is just barely there.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Allen's sister Donna and her daughter, Kaitlyn came to visit last week. They brought Allen this amazing sauna that they found on the curb! If you do not know,my husband, Allen, makes sculpture using found vintage objects. You can see his work here.