Flower 23 and 24

So absorbed in work yesterday I forgot (again.) Oh, well. Here's two for today. Please forgive me.

Flower 23

Flower 24

23 is especially ugly which is what happens when I don't feel like making something. The leaves look like cucumbers! Hahahahhaha ... enjoy!

Sky 331 - princess

Sky 310 - aqua aqua

This was going to be "greening of the desert" and then I made the haze aqua. Somewhere beyond the horizon there's a tourquoise ocean.

Current Fads
Listening. Good Morning Starshine - Oliver; Yoga For Deep Relaxation - Shiva Rea; snoring dog
Watching. An Ideal Husband (1999); Wallander: Faceless Killers (2009)
Activity. working (yikes!)
Gadget. still lovin' the ole iPhone 3GS
News Source. the news feeds in Safari
Reading. Crush It - Gary Vaynerchuk; The Wisdom of No Escape - Pema Chodron; The Yoga Sutras of Patanjali - Charles Johnson, interpreter; The Secret Adversary - Agatha Christie; Acres of Diamonds: Our Every-day Opportunities - Russell Herman Conwell; Concerning the Spiritual in Art - Wassily Kandinsky
Writing. bits and pieces

Sky 271 - radioactive

Another one from the Bryce sky randomizer. Fun. Easy. Surprising.

Sky 269 - rosed over

work in progress -- long, slow progress

I am searching for an icon that can be as individual as a rock or stone and yet more generic. Something to put textures on that will reflect and refract light, showing the varieties of light experience in a sort of conceptual way. Something that obviously says "conceptual icon" and not "real thing that you need to delve into for realism." Ergo the strange arrow tower.

Sky 267 - anti-simpson

If the Simpsons have blue skies, this is what the rest of us get.

0118 - Words and Art

medieval man, questing man on a horse. a horse draped with the traps and coverings of a man on a saddle slowly moving across the landscape. the heavy, brocaded saddle blanket showing his wealth and vanity and personal preference for green. his head is bowed under a wide brimmed hat that drips with cold rain. he is happy. he looks always ahead at what is to come, knowing he will soon be home. And after that another adventure, another task, another commission. he is quite content with his life. under his merchant demeanor is a master swordsman and knife thrower. he is very comfortable with almost any blade. he passes through the village, barely noticed, his passing is normal and often. it is early evening. as he passes the light begins to glint sporadically off of his various appurtenances. he nods to some passersby. they return his greeting. a couple of children - hair blowing and rough, checks reddened and dry - pass by in a hurry to achieve the home fire. the man stops at an inn. as he ties up his horse he nods again to well appointed gentleman and his wife. (2001)

Emotional and Rational (2000)

website background (2001)

My man, Kaeel, a stock figure from Daz (2009)

Current Fads
Listening. It's Not For Me to Say - Johnny Mathis and Ray Bradbury Radio Dramas Collection; dog's barking in the distance
Watching. Remington Steele (Season 3)
Activity. looking for work
Gadget. iPhone 3 GS
News Sources. Google News, BBC News (online), random newspapers left lying about in cafes
Reading. Transforming the Mind - His Holiness the Dalai Lama; The Real Thing - Henry James; The Case Has Altered - Martha Grimes
Writing. nothing - it's a bad world!

0117 -Words and Art

Unlock Books! (2008)

On this day in 2004 I also worked on a short story based on a dream. Here's the beginning.

Lanexa Kel Doth - The Wander

At the end of a dry, dusty afternoon between the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, my mother and I wandered out of the desert and into a press of people flowing slowly through the gates of a walled village. Our food was gone, our water nearly depleted. We were nearing the end of my obligatory 18 month spirit wander. We were looking forward to seeing our family again.

It looked like the usual gathering for a monthly market. We slowly followed the crowd through the gates, thinking of water and cool baths. We said nothing nor did we approach anyone. We slowly and carefully joined the crowd, testing the atmosphere, blending into the masses.

We followed the flow of the crowd—stumbling, gazing and jostled . An old woman approached us. She was firm and energetic but reserved. Her eyes were clear and open. Her hair and clothing covered with a large white cloth—well woven but not coarse. She was impeccably clean. She obviously did no labor. Clearly, this was a holy woman.

“You are strangers here.” She said. Almost a question, but not quite. Her hands fluttered halfway out as if questioning an embrace.

“Yes. We are new here.” My mother responded, levelly with no inflection. Kind approaches in the past had turned to hostility.

“My village is preparing for a festival. I must tell you that the village is sealed off during the festival. The gates have been locked behind you. No one is allowed in or out.”

Shock registered on my face.

“However, we are obliged to make strangers comfortable,” she continued, the beginning of a smile on her face and an apology in her eyes.

Pretty Pattern (2008) tee shirt art

While the 17th is a good day for writing, it's not such a good day for art. At least as far as quantity is concerned.

Hero and Dog

It's a start.

Current Fads
Listening. Romance Unlimited (unpublished iMix); my heart
Watching. Iron Man (2008)
Activity. running away to the woods
Gadget. iPhone 3GS
Writing. Gertrude, so far (NaNoWriMo 2010)
Location: Regulus, about 15 miles from the orphanage