Dyslexics assemble.

art, choices, friendship, health, lamp, studio

My knee is really hurting today, but I got a new lamp Which is cool. Dyslexic people like me have a hard time figuring out things like lamps and assembly of furniture. What seems easy for normal folks is a giant puzzle of visualization for people like me. I had to figure out how gravity was working on this sucker before I got to the point that I had to put it on the bottom of my easel in order to maximize it’s flexibility. But it’s done now and now I’m going to focus on getting this painting finished.

Another friend of mine is in the hospital, I’m going to call her Owl, not her real name of course, but I don’t want to “out” anyone here. So anyways, Owl had cancer before and it may be back, which really sucks. it’s been a rough year people dropping like flies, shit happening. I wonder if it’s because I am older, or because it’s been a bad year? I spent a good part of yesterday at her side, as she went to get her MRI, she hated it, who wouldn’t, lying on your back or worse on your belly, still as a stone, for 40 min while great big banging noises are going on around you….yah fun times. I wish I had more time to see her more. Though I hope she will be out of the hospital soon. I want Owl to be well, I want her to be happy with her man, I want her to have kids if she wants too, why does the universe have to be so cruel sometimes? I guess this is our classroom here on the earth, and it’s a tough course, but if we do our best we live a good life, and that’s it.
I haven’t been doing my yoga, I promise this afternoon is the time to do it.

Was grumpy this morning with Percy in the car. No coffee and I’m not at my best, he was grumpy too so we grumped together in silence. The nice thing about our relationship is this is ok, sometimes that happens, but when it’s a big issue we can feel free to speak our mind without the other person holding us ransom. Sometimes I think relationships are like the wild wild west. We’ve been together for 11 years now which is great. Jupiter has come and gone and we’re still going strong.

Just for the record I read tarot and do astrology. So I may drop some references to astrology into this blog.

L

New Lamp for art

New Lamp for art

The White stag of winter

art, drawing, friendship, ghosts, wicca

I am working on inserting a woman riding a stag into my next landscape. The Stag is a sacred symbol in wicca, it’s a representative of the horned god who rules winter. I figure it will be the next instalment of my series of mystical landscapes. And part of my body of work that I need to accomplish.

I will make the stag white, because the Celts considered the stag messengers from the otherworld, and again the woman in the painting will be my red haired friend who lives on in my art.
Winter is slowly descending now, it’s definitely cooler, though I still feel comfortable in my office. I am finishing off my Samhain, but I think I will call it Siren of Samhain because that’s more appropriate. Considering there is a hidden siren in the work, or perhaps not so hidden. I wanted to illustrate the feeling of being underwater, of just coming out of the water.

There was a photographer’s display of art at Kit’s wake, in the art centre on the island, It showed women submerged in water. I think it inspired many of us. Sometimes when I connect with the dead it feels like I am swimming in murky water, and that creates fear because you never know what you will bump into when you are diving deep down into the depths of the unknown.

A work that someone else did, I won’t mention names also was inspired by this influence. He was a friend of Kit’s as well, and I saw how bereft he was. Ever notice the face that people make when they think no one is looking? Their true nature comes out in a flash, and then it’s gone again. I saw pure sorrow there in his eyes, and all I wanted to do was to comfort him. However, his painting was astounding, it depicted a woman submerged in deep water swimming to the surface. The water was burnt umber, which is how I see it in my head…the land of the dead.

L

Sketch of a woman riding a stag

Sketch of a woman riding a stag

What I need to change

art, diet, friendship, health, studio

I’ve settled down into my studio now and it’s a nice cozy place, I wonder if Kit would have appreciated the fact that Luna loves her carpet? It’s nice having so much room to myself. I inherited a lot of stuff from Kit, it’s sad that I have it, but it is nice that a piece of her is still kind of with me.

It’s a little cool down here but with the amount of hot flashes I get on a regular basis now, it’s kind of nice. Speaking of health, I really need to focus on my health and try to lose some weight. I’m battling stuff like arthritis and other things, and cancer runs in my family too. It’s time to be careful. I’m going to publish this journal because I don’t think I have a huge audience, so it’s not so bad.

Percy and I have started to run our own magical group. It feels good to do things on my own rather than running with a pack. Scary too, its’ so small and we are but a few people, so we don’t have that huge pack mentality. But it’s in it’s seed phase, and that too will pass.

I am working on a piece called Samhain, this holiday is ruled by the element of water. I’ve taken a page from Rembrant’s book and I’ adding Kit into my paintings. I found out that the last thing she thought of was her mother, or perhaps the Goddess, or both. Sometimes I wonder if she really thought about me, or how I would feel or if I really mattered. For all those feelings I feel for her…but I would like to think that she did care about me. She is in that “classroom in the sky” as a wise teacher of mine said, and there is nothing I can do for her. I did ask the Angel Michael to watch over her, and when I did that, I shivered, and I know that means that what I said was heard in the spirit world.

Today, thankfully I don’t have to work till 5pm, so my painting clothes shall be donned and I’ll tackle the reeds in this painting of mine. I’ll put on some music, do some yoga inbetween and track my food.

Yesterday was a bad day, after a few good days, I ate some junk late at night. Cheese popcorn. I even woke up Percy, he asked me if I was “typing while watching TV.” Sadly, no, I was munching. The tv show was drivel too, the writing and acting, second rate. I am trying to cut down the garbage in my life. Too much social media…i.e. Facebook, too much stupid tv too much junk food.

When I come home, I should pour myself some wine, pull out a good book and just read? What about non fiction? Or how about drawing? Lets do that tonight.

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