Wednesday, January 7, 2015
Waking Up Is Hard to Do.
I dreamt about the boy of my dreams last night.
We were in high school or at least back in that town, in my old neighborhood when a lot of the houses were still dirt plots.
We were our actual ages though, 34 and thirty-something. I had just received an awful grade on a test at school. The lecture hall was enormous and unfamiliar but P---- and M--- were there and a few other people I knew.
One girl had actually gone to Klein. Alexis something or other. She had a face full of freckles and a mouth shining with braces. Her test score was quite high. I was peeved that a high school kid had done better than me.
But all negativity drains away as my dream guy comes up behind me. He says he’s ready to meet my family and see my house. He’s chewing minty gum. His intoxicating breath permeates the air as he hugs me.
I have a car but he insists on riding a bike. Am I sure this isn’t Portland? It transitions into the Northwest, mentally anyway. In dreamland actuality we are still in the same neighborhood now both on bikes riding past the dirt plots of the newest Terranova West development.
We joke about all the potheads in Portland. Proudly, he shows me the new joint in his shirt pocket. I smile at him, completely enamored, and confess that today just might be the day that I try it again. Those other three times in college didn’t really count.
Besides, the fact that we were together meant that I could do just about anything and get away with it. Oh how he beamed at this remark. That beautiful face.
He has this crazy semi-Mohawk haircut. He seems to have lost some weight since we last met. When did we ever actually meet before this?
The house, as is typical in all of my dreams, is a mansion.
A true Texas sized beast of a place with amazing rooms for each of us kids and plenty of guests. Mom cooks chicken parmigiana in the kitchen. She seems almost too embarrassed to look my dream guy in the eye but manages to pinch his cheek.
She thinks he’s famous. Maybe she’s right.
The two of us run up the stairs. I have a tremendous urge to kiss him but have to wait until I’m safe in my room. Am I still 34 at this point?
I show him my sister’s room, 400 square feet of highly polished furniture. Nothing about the décor would have me believe it belonged to Colleen. This must have been her space at some point but mom has converted it into a guest room with decorative rugs and plastic plants.
Now he’s got his arms around my waist, anxious for that kiss as well.We enter my room and look around in awe. This is no simple bedroom. It’s a warehouse I explain. There are rows of chairs, tables, ceramic pots and flowers. The walls are lined with huge pieces of artwork. My busy staff runs around trying to arrange the stage for our next charity auction.
Have I suddenly turned into a thirty-something successful woman?
Now that is indeed a dream.
My alarm took it all away at 7 a.m.
Illustrators: Unknown, Edward Gorey, Gyo Fujikawa, Ve Elizabeth Cadie, Jacqueline Chwast, Gyo Fujikawa (again!)
Has It Really Been Over A Year?
I suppose it has. Well, the old art portfolio has expanded. Let's keep this post simple shall we?
This past week I finally scanned these completed pieces from my 2014 Fence Series. They're approximately 16 x 11 inches on 20 x 15 inch watercolor paper. Enjoy!
This past week I finally scanned these completed pieces from my 2014 Fence Series. They're approximately 16 x 11 inches on 20 x 15 inch watercolor paper. Enjoy!
Courage
Greener Pastures
Come on In (Straighten Up)
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
The Great Gab Mystery, or How I Discovered the Art of Heinrich Vogeler.
Yet another oddball vintage Made in France item found while treasure hunting
today.
Who is the large man featured on
the front cover? He reminds me of a Texas oil man circa the 1950s. I flipped
it over for clues.
And that, my friends, led me to
this gorgeous painting from
1897, “Frühling”, which all good German students should
remember means Spring.
Friday, September 14, 2012
Children of the Corn
Autumn is here! Time for soup and sweaters. Almost.
With that on the brain I began a little sketch of cornfields and scarecrows. Alas, I finally put a bird on something.
"A Solitary Life" - diptych in progress...
With that on the brain I began a little sketch of cornfields and scarecrows. Alas, I finally put a bird on something.
"A Solitary Life" - diptych in progress...
(yikes! what a terrible photograph)
(some watercolor and decorative paper added)
(more paint and now some ink)
This weekend I will be hard at work finalizing stitching and ink work. To be continued...
Labels:
autumn,
cornfield,
Fall,
field,
marbled paper,
scarecrow,
vintage paper,
watercolor
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Snowscape in June
Summer in Portland. They say it starts after July 4th. Until then I'll continue to paint landscapes reflecting my current mood.
Moonlit Snowscape (2012)
Watercolor, ink, antique marbled paper, and thread.
Friday, June 22, 2012
Friday, June 8, 2012
Happy 3-0 Sweet Sister
My little sis celebrates the big thirty today. In honor of her special day I present to you:
"Saint Colleen" |
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