Archive for June, 2009

Tom Sawyer and Me


2009
06.24

I just posted another essay on the Essays about Life page.  Last summer I decided to paint some chairs up at our cabin.  My father is a nationally-known watercolorist and artist, but I did not get one single shred of his ability to deal with paint.  It’s crazy, but when I’m painting a wall or something, no matter how careful I am, paint ends up everywhere! Sometimes even where I intend it to be.  Once I was painting a set at the theater, and somehow paint got inside my purse  which was not exactly nearby.

So trust me – every word of this essay is true.  How, you might wonder, could I end up with the leg of the stool I was sitting on in the paint can?  I really can’t tell you, but it happened. When I bent down, why did my hair end up in the paint can?  I have no idea, but it did.  So I wrote about it.

It was fun.  The painting AND the writing.

A friend "donated" her old dining room table for the cabin.  I decided to decorate it and put the names of our grandchildren on it.

A friend "donated" her old dining room table for the cabin. I decided to decorate it and put the names of our grandchildren on it.

Painting the table inspired me, so if you read the essay Painting the Chairs, aka Tom Sawyer and Me, Sort Of, this is the chair I am writing about.

Painting the table inspired me, so if you read the essay Painting the Chairs, aka Tom Sawyer and Me, Sort Of, this is the chair I am writing about.

Old Age


2009
06.21

Added another essay called Old Age.  I haven’t given in but it gets a little scarier all the time (62 – is it the end of middle age or the start of being a senior for sure?).  Click on the essay page and choose Old Age.

Essays about Life


2009
06.20
I can see clearly now.

I can see clearly now...

From time to time I am struck with the desire to write about something, often as a way of working it out.  I don’t know if I am on the high end of middle age or the low end of old age, but regardless, certain issues occur that didn’t used to.  It’s not good or bad to be in this place, just different.  And being someone who ceaselessly analyzes (yes, I know, it’s a curse), I just have to get it worked out in my mind.  The best way to do that is to get in into words.  It helps me see clearly.

I’ll be adding to these essays from time to time.  Meanwhile, I’ll start with Stuck in the Middle.

Travel Journals


2009
06.15

I have created a page for Travel Journals for anyone interested in background for photos of that country.  So far, I’m putting up China and Italy.  The journals are long but most people have found them interesting.  They supplement my already diminishing memory – or will supplement the diminished memory I’ll have in the future, when I’m living in the past!

Viewing this photo of the Temple of Heaven will make more sense after reading about it.

Viewing this photo of the Temple of Heaven will make more sense after reading about it.

Venice is amazing, but why is the canal up to the window level of this house?  In the Italy Journal, I talk a little bit about the problems Venetians face.

Venice is amazing, but why is the canal up to the window level of this house? In the Italy Journal, I talk a little bit about the problems Venetians face.

Art has a life of its own


2009
06.03

As a former literature teacher, I’m finding interesting similarities with lit and my photo collages.  Authors say that their characters take on lives of their own.  The author may have a plan for the characters, but they often go in different directions.  When I do a collage, I have a plan – I know what photos I want to use, what kind of statement I want to make, but as I proceed, the process is much more fluid.  I end up – frequently – with something completely different than I had imagined.  Sometimes the images simply will not do what I want them to.  I think that must be like an author’s character, who refuses to develop as the author expected.

The second similarity is that, as in literature, the meaning of art is in the eye of the beholder.  That’s pretty obvious, but it’s not so obvious in literature.  I always told my students that they could read good literature over and over because it would take on new meaning based upon their life experiences.

I’m putting in a collage that did not work out at all as I expected, but it is better for having taken its own direction.

Pigeons in the Snow - an Altered Landscape

Pigeons in the Snow - an Altered Landscape

Making sense of it all


2009
06.03

I have a facebook account, a twitter account, email, a phone from which I can access all of those things, and now a blog.  So the big question is – what do I have to say that merits all these forms of communication?  The main thing I’m interested in is the web page which will be completed soon.  Then you can all (all my readers, which at this point means no one) can look at my photography and art and maybe buy something!  Perhaps I’ll finally be able to pay for what I create.  I’ll post a photo here of my latest collage.Altered Landscapes Series - AngelIt’s from the Altered Landscapes Series and the base image – the angel – is a photo I took in Caliente, a small town outside of Bakersfield, and the collage materials are from vintage fruit crate labels.  What is the message?  It’s in the eye of the beholder.  What do you think?

Waiting…


2009
06.02

I’m waiting for something to happen but I don’t know what it is.   Not that feeling of high expectation we get as kids – countdown to summer vacation and so on. Just as if I’m in a holding pattern even though I’m in the midst of constant activity. May was nothing BUT activity – graduations, helping a daughter move, working on the web page, having a party to celebrate one year at our cabin, etc.    Also, May saw the introduction of Beverly Crusher and B’Elanna Torres to the household.  Here’s a picture.  They’re shelter rescues.

New additions to the household

New additions to the household