apologies/late post

I proclaim my greatest apologies for missing the last two days of posting. This evening me and my family were preparing a dinner for a good friend of ours, and Blogger is shut down temporarily.

Ironically, I cannot go to the blog itself, but I can still reach access to my posts.

Odder than a doornail.

Anyhow, wait patiently please. Tomorrow I'll have more art, promise! And it should show-and well, if it doesn't...just aim your rotten tomatoes at someone else, Mmmm?

Be good, don't bite your nails. I'll be back.

something different

Strictly Monty Pithon, "and now, for something completely different."

I noticed a piece of shiny green origami paper that I had lying around, and I thought, hey, why don't I tackle it? Come here you 1D, uh, thing. Immediately, my first conquest was to create a paper crane, which is supposed to bring good luck, uh huh, but, not exactly that I believe in that kind of stuff. Anyway, I thought that it would be something different to do today, kind of like an entertainting, time wasting puzzle: a chinese version of a rubex cube, except a heck of a lot easier. :D

Here is the link that I found on how to make a paper origami crane. It's really easy!

Also, I found some very impressive origami art, check out this link and this one.

Different truck (Dodge) WIP and Testing Gravity the Wrong Way

Today I started and completed a WIP (work-in-progress) for you to see and behold. Today, my weapon was acrylics, and paint brushes. I give credit to the reference photo by norjam8 (thanks a bunch!), be sure to look through his many great photos.

On to the second part of my humble post, I today learned how not to use gravity. Or testing gravity the wrong way. Take your pick, whateva. I decided to use the swing. I sat upon zee swing and I swung on zee swing. I then looked at one of our family cats, Rudy, who looked at me rather apprasingly as I enjoyed my human entertainment. He then proceeded to look rather cockily at the top of the swing, the back at me. Rudy stayed cautiously fifteen feet from where I swung. But that was to be expected. No cat would want to get kicked by oncoming heavy, sneakered feet. Would you? My brother's dog wouldn't. I shouldn't have said that. Ah, but back to the story. A moment after Rudy had given the swing and I a final reproachful glance, the swing gave a painfully agonizing wail as the rope snapped with an deliriously unhappy shriek. For the briefest of seconds I think, "I'm flying, I'm flying!" Then a hard crack to my tailbone shoves me rather impolitely back to reality. That is, before
I temporarily blacked out. I opened my eyes indignantly, finding myself eagle sprawled on the ground, the leaves of the tree fluttering beautifully above my head. What wasn't so beautiful was the "poking a dead animal with a sharp stick" pain in my butt. I grimaced and rolled over gingerly, pointing an index finger savagely at Rudy.

"You could have warned me!" I hissed between clenched teeth.
Rudy looked at me, having stood up already, lashing his tail impatiently. His eyes seemed to tell me, "Would you have believed me if I had? You missed the boat. You snooze you loose." he probably would have added, "You shouldn't have been sitting on a flying piece of wood anyway." Whatever he would have said, I definitely learned the hard way how not to test gravity.

Update on Mack and Food for Thought

As titled, I have an update on my portrait of a fine rusty contraption. In every project, I always learn something. In this one, so far, I have found that there's an amazing quantity of purple in the color rust! I used Prismacolor colors, black grape, black cherry, Dahlia purple, and Parma Violet in creating this rust color.

Also, in my daily random searches, when I was looking at odd knittings, I happened to find a knitted Ferrari, a chicken wearing a sweater, and, well, something that is so past funny it's, uh, creepy. No, I'm sorry, I'm not kidding. Take a look. Laugh, and laugh again. And tell me what you think of the last one.

Mack Truck

Here's another project that I started today, a old, rusty Mack truck, courtesy of artistic pursuits on Flickr, a photo sharing site.

I layered ultramarine blue down where all the darks are going to be, and I'm now at the stage where I'm layering black on top of them.

An inspirational CD that I've been listening to is the new Bravery CD, called, The Sun and the Moon. The best tracks are I Believe, and The Ocean, in my opinion. Listen to it on Youtube to see what I mean.

update on "Feeling Green"

Here's an update on my frog. I've colored in his back, started working on his back leg, and a little more background. Here are the colors that I've been using overall.


And speaking of frogs-while you're wasting time reading my blog, why don't you check out this? It's an article about a new species of frog that scientists have found.

Oh, and recently someone got me the new Bourne Ultimatum Soundtrack. Buy it. That's all I have to say on the matter. Just buy it. :D

feeling fallish

Inspired by the link on this thread, I made my own humble version today, in decidedly fallish colors. I started off, however, with a simply ghastly neon pink sculpy, and made a series of beads and a pendant, baked them, painted with acrtlic paints in a slap dash fashion, slipped it on coarse black button thread, and believe it or not, hung it from a tree to spray it with Prismacolor final fixative to give it a nice shiny look.I had visions of fairies stealing it while I left it tied to a tree branch for a few minutes for the fixative to dry. I didn't get a clasp for it, so I can't wear it, but hey, I like it, it has it's
cozy charm to it.

Art, or not? I call it art. I'd call it wearable art, but uh, can't seem to get it over my head. :D

Feeling Green

Feeling Green WIP (a fancy way of saying work-in-progress)
This is for all you green ones out there. Enjoy the evening, folks.

The woes of pet allergies

As promised, I've posted my most recent art project, "The Hunter" okay, I may need to find a better name than that, but it's all I got for now, WIP (better known as work-in-progress) 8x10 inches on Bristol Smooth paper, which is nice heavy duty, acid free paper so that it can last a long time without degrading. I used Prismacolor pencils for their blending abilities and a super duper whopper of a pencil sharpener-a must have for any colored pencil artist who wants fine lines and not crayola thick ones.*

*There are, however, some hand held sharpeners which work pretty well, but, my own opinion is that the electric sharpener is da best.

Oh, the woes of pet allergies.
Hey, I didn't mean, human allergies. I said pet allergies. Like runny nose wiped on your sleeve by your dog pet allergies. Or as in my case, dog who's itchy rubbing head against your knee allergies.

I'm afraid to say that my dog has allergies.*

And I don't mean just any sort of allergies.

*I mean butt rubbing, dog grunting/growling, knawing gory holes sort of thing. The whole package for $19.99.*

*Except that it was free.

A pet catalog just came in today, and I looked at it, casually, thinking to myself at how expensive those toys are inside it. You know, the ones that look so appealing that you buy them and your dog will sniff at them reproachfully and turn their backs on the product you so specially bought for them.* And you are the one who ends up playing with the toy with your husband instead.

*and goes to your bathroom to chew on the wooden end of the plunger. A thing that was not bought purposely for the dog.

So, anyway, I opened up the front cover and I notice a whole page ad, advertising the same exact problems that my dog had. My gullible brain pounced on the magazine and sat its backside in a chair. Stupid brain. Smart salesman.

I read on eagerly, nodding my head as I read the following symptoms:

-skin the color of a tomato
-skin texture like the grand canyon
-R2D2 like noises emitting from your dog

Okay, maybe I paraphrased a little.

Ignoring the R2D2 like noises coming from my dog's crate, I turn the page to peruse the products that customers so raved about. There was one comment on a particular product.

"I gave her these itch tabs and as soon as my dog ate them, she immediately stopped itching!"

Give me a break. What a load of, uh, garbage...blushing faintly.

Also advertised were sprays. I get the idea of getting some fine mist into my dog's eye. She looks at me, suddenly turned into a spray hater, and temporarily, owner hater, maniac, and clicks her teeth together as the spray bottle hovers over her body. Even if not for that, I imagined myself accidentally tickling her and making her do a mirror image of Thumper from Bambi as I sprayed the fine mist on her stomach. I sighed, and turned another page.

Creams for hot spots and sores.

Now we're talking! I think excitedly.

Wait a minute. How is that supposed to work for fur? I imagined myself squeezing a large amount of goop onto my fingers and, rather pointlessly, trying to separate my dog's long black fur while she clicked her teeth together, hating the cream, and temporarily, her master, her eyes began glowing red.*

*the spray previously applied caused some, uh, irritation.

Help me, oh dear readers. I implore you, I say humbly.*

*as humanly possible for me.

What am I to do with an unhappy, and temporarily teeth-clicking and owner-hating dog who is boring holes into her side? Did I mention that she was making R2D2 noises?

Journey through art, my first post!

Welcome blog readers of new and old. You have stumbled upon my new blog. Here you will find, if not daily, then at least tri-weekly, entries about me and my slow journey, through knee deep mud, swamps, and avoiding ROUS* to find art.*

*Rodents of unusual size.
*within myself, naturally. This blog wouldn't be exciting if it weren't for my mediocre art to examine.

So, be patient, rioting readers. Tonight will be my first post containing art.

Until then, be good, eat Oreos, and, do whatever else good children your age do.