Losing a friend

I've been neglecting my spot here for awhile. Not that anyhone will miss my witty posts but nevertheless I thought I had better explain. Roise, our dear 18 yers year old long-hired calico kitty had to be put down and I can tell you it really tore me up. Why is it we get so attached to our pets? I miss my some of my pets who have passed a lot more than some of the people I know who are gone. I guess part of it the unconditional love thing. They love you no matter what. It always seems when I am blue or depressed or sad or just i need of a little kindness that my kitties sense this and gove a little extra love- or is it my imgination? I don't have a clue but I do know that they are a comfort to me in bad times. It has taken me longer to recover from her passing than I thought it would and so I have been rather unproductive for many days now.
And now on a lighter note, YEA, we didnt owe anything come tax day and I was sure we would. I cant believe it. Its a first. So with a good thought in mind I am staring another Halloween lamp for EBAY even though it does'nt seem that anyone is buying these days. Can't say that I blame them. Things are tight. Severaol of the smalll businesses here in our small town are having to close their doors and its a cryin' shame. Friends and folks we have known for years are going under. So far we have been able to stay aloft but that certainly doesn't men we are safe forever. I will pray for our nation and for our leaders and hope that God will forgive us our greedy pasts and save us from ourselves.

What's Next?

Once the stage is set the creative thinking is supposed to kick in. All that is necessary to begin a project is right in front of me. I've had my morning coffee and completed all the little morning chores.....

My mind is a blank! I am just recovering from a bout of COPD ( chronic obstructive pulminary desease) . It takes a while to feel back to normal, whatever that is...What with shortness of breath and coughing, not a lot of sleep and it does take it's toll.

I think I will take one more day to fully recover before I attempt to be an artist!

Setting the Stage

Clouds the color of old t-shirts scud across a cold gun metal sky. The rain is the kind that soaks you even though it looks like just a light mist. I stare into space from where I sit with my back against the couch and my legs crossed in front of me. The tools of my passion are spread around me. To my left in front of the window seat that faces south are boxes and bags of supplies, hundreds of bottles of acrylic paint, three different sizes of empyt cans holding paint brushes from size 30/0 to #10, A large empty plastic Kirkland Macadamia Nut container for water, flat tins of pastel pencils and boxes with stick pastels, things to hold erasers, charcoal, scissors, carving tools, colored pencils, crepe paper, wooden objects of various sizes and shapes, beads ( every variety and color), stacks of papers with pictures and ideas procurred from the internet, mod podge, glue, spray varnish, a bag with glass beaded fringe and on a small desk type shelf unit in the corner a new HP printer with fax.

The above items gobble up a 6 by 11 area in my living room and another 6 by 10 ft bump out off of the living room sags under the weight of more art stuff!
In the secondary supply "room" are boxes of all shapes and sizes, lamps, a couple of different music boxes, canvases from 5x5 on up, wooden plaques, small chests and cabinets, a slot machine replica bank, a cool old fashioned gas pump that disperses liqour when filled, small noisemakers, a wooden truck, a jack in the box, a doll sized chair, a small walnut coffin with brass handle carriers, wooden trays, and various other paintable items.

So here I sit on a stained sheet spread out under me and under my paint area
still staring into space. The TV is on ( I like to "listen" to scarey movies ) as I work. Everything is in place and as it should be.

( stay tuned for the next installment )