Thursday, July 31, 2008
I am trying to take the time to free-write since I have lost so much practice over the years with my switch to visual. Reading through Artful Blogging Magazine I laughed so much at the whimsey and word play some of you out there come up with.
Speaking of Artful Blogging , it is my new favorite Somerset Studio Magazine together with Artful Living. I also bought Cloth, Paper, Scissors' editor in chiefs new book 1000 ATCS and signed up for the 1001 Art journals Project. I hope I get one in the mail from the artist I contacted in Santa Barbara.
The house too was in dire straits and needed some attention. If not it's really going to start to look like a Starving Artist's shack instead of a home.
The there's the planning for CONVENZIONE and another big event in November. My school (The Grange) celebrates its 80th year and people are coming from all over the world to pay tribute to prove our motto Nunquam Non Paratus. I'm so excited to be able to go. Martin is probably coming too and I'm going to try to convince my Dad who lives in Australia to come since he is probably from the first generations and a true OLD BOY.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Saturday, July 19, 2008
I just have to stay within the limits of what I can accomplish rather than all those ideas that keep popping up in my head.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Yo tengo tantos hermanos que nos los puedo contar;
en el valle, en la montaña,en la pampa y en el mar.
Cada cual con sus trabajos,con sus sueños cada cual,
con la esperanza delante,con los recuerdos detrás.
Yo tengo tantos hermanos que no los puedo contar.
Gente de mano caliente por eso de la amistad;
con un lloro pa'llorarlo,con un rezo, pa' rezar.
Con un horizonte abierto que siempre esta mas allá y esa fuerza pa' buscarlo con tesón y voluntad.
Cuando parece mas cerca es cuando se aleja mas,
yo tengo tantos hermanosque no los puedo contar.
Y así seguimos andando curtidos de soledad;
nos perdemos por el mundo nos volvemos a encontrar.
Y así nos reconocemos, por el lejano mirar;
por las coplas que mordmos, semillas de inmensidad.
Y así seguimos andando curtidos de soledad; y en nosotros nuestros muertos pa' que nadie quede atrás
Yo tengo hermanos que no los puedo contar,y una hermana muy hermosa que se llama Libertad.
My Facebook friends have swelled to over 100. I have re-encountered so so many friends young and old, family members and have gotten to see photos of the years in between. I never realized how exciting Facebook was. I feel like a kid browsing through all the profiles of my friends.
Creatively, I am at a standstill. This happens once in awhile. I just have to let it go. I just don't know what medium to pick up. My fingers are tired of sewing and the pricks show. So right now just trading and playing around with Photoscape.
Writing to Peter in Czechoslovakia as he starts a new duo with Jana, funny friendship building yet hard to see how we can possibly meet.
Still planning a possible trip to Chile for the reunion of The Grange School. I so want to attend the 82nd. anniversary of the school and see who will be there. I am thinking of contributing some ideas for videos and music, slideshows and readings.
Nunquam non Paratus
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Monday, July 7, 2008
Ademas es de toda mi onda o no?
Sunday, July 6, 2008
The past two weeks have been fabric inspired again. I have opted to trade them rather than selling them since fabric ATCs don't seem to have the broad appeal paper ATCs have. In the process I have met some awesome online friends in Finland, England and Brazil.
The week has been an explosion of passion. What with talking to Jorge at midnight and sipping brandy over Chopin while talking to Armando, calling Anita on Skype and talking for over an hour and a half and finding Mario and Mairene and Lucy and Yoly, my head has been spinning with memories.
I want to go to Chile again. This time on a real vacation. The last trip was all responsibility with the occasional fun at night. I want to go for a long walk and eat raspberry ice cream cones with my hairy-chested friend, go swimming in the river naked with Anita, drink tons of Pisco Sours and get really tipsy and talk silly.
I want to put Chaos........
into chaos within chaos
Am I going crazy on a whim?
To be continued.....
I will put Chaos into fourteen lines
And keep him there; and let him thence escape
If he be lucky; let him twist, and ape
Flood, fire, and demon --- his adroit designs
Will strain to nothing in the strict confines
Of this sweet order, where, in pious rape,
I hold his essence and amorphous shape,
Till he with Order mingles and combines.
Past are the hours, the years of our duress,
His arrogance, our awful servitude:
I have him. He is nothing more nor less
Than something simple not yet understood;
I shall not even force him to confess;
Or answer. I will only make him good.
Edna St. Vincent Millay