It’s Wednesday…time to spread the luvvv. Sprinklin’ good mojo one arty token at a time.
TaDaaaa…it’s RANDOM ACTS OF ART!!!
Good times. Good times.
And time for me to make some new arty tokens. Found I was almost out when I reached in my pocket this afternoon. Oh nooooooo! Deep pockets, lots of stuff. A couple of small flashlights. Neither one works. A little bottle of Rescue Remedy spay. Never know when you’re going to need that. Some paper towels because I ran out of tissues long ago. And hay. Lots of little bitty hay things.
And three heART rocks. Only three. So I had to think carefully where they could do the most good.
I hopped in the car and found myself heading to the other side of town. Actually, another town entirely. I got to thinking a good place for one of the heart rocks would be Mama’s cardiologist’s office. Really. Heart rock for someone seeing the heart doc.
Having been there with her many times I knew there was little chance I could sneak into the waiting room and hide the rock much less photograph it. Not without at least ten old people watching my every move. And the receptionist…no way I could get past that woman. Open the door and she’s got her hand out for the insurance card. Just doin’ her job, just doin’ her job…
So no, his office wasn’t a good idea. But the atrium of the medical building was. There it is, about knee height. Just waiting for someone who needs something to smile about after leaving the doctor’s office. Blind as she was, Mama would’ve noticed something like that and swooped it up as fast as…as a ninety-something year old could swoop.
Which isn’t very fast, really.
The medical building is near the hospital. Figured that would be a good place for a drop. People in the hospital need cheering up, right? So I made that my next stop. There wasn’t any parking down the hill at the ER so I went in the main door. Through the lobby.
But first I needed a tissue. It was raining. My nose was running. I couldn’t just reach in my pocket and pull out a paper towel and shake the chaff onto the floor. Not in the hospital lobby. The idea was to leave ART, not hay. So I went to the ladies’ room. And that’s where the perfect opportunity jumped out at me.
Right there on top of the paper towels. Everyone washing their hands will see it. But I hope it stays there until someone who needs it takes it. Along with one of those cards. Maybe it will encourage them to get out of a bad situation. Who knows….
After the hospital I decided to head downtown. Told myself if there was an easy parking spot I’d wander around looking for another drop spot. Lo and behold, the universe heard me! Easy-peasy. TWO parking spaces in a row. Doesn’t get any better than that when it’s parallel parking on a hill.
It was meant to be.
So I parked. When I went to feed the meter I realized the car behind me had run out of time. So I fed that meter too. And left a calling card rock. Double luvvv. Then I wandered into my original target, the little indy bookstore up the hill. Where I spent a most pleasant hour.
Uh-oh…See that yellow notice on the meter? Where it says ‘No Feeding’. I just read it now. Honest, officer. No ‘feeding’. Here I thought I was being a good citizen and it turns out I’m a law breaker. A parking felon.
Well, we’ll just let the karma fairy be the judge of that!
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Oh my sweetums, I am jumping up and down. Indeed I AM. Because I have discovered a new art tool. New to me. Before I tell you about it, you have to make a promise, a solemn pinky swear PROMISE that you will exercise discretion with what I am about to tell you.
This is SO COOL but there is a potential for abuse over-enthusiasm. And weight gain.
I kid you not. Go to the grocery store. To the frozen food section. Skip right past the vegetables and frozen pizzas (we’ll cover those in another post) and head straight to the ice cream. Now dive head first into the Haagen Dazs…not the normal small containers, the ones that serve 800 four but you can eat all by yourself if there’s a good movie on the tube and you are not being mindful.
Mindful eating is the topic of another post coming soon. Seriously, it is.
What you’re looking for here are the teensy-weensey little biddy almost microscopic single serving containers. The ones you probably pass by because what’s the point of buying so little ice cream? Really, what is the point? Besides portion control, that is.
Well, you’re about to learn there is a point. So pick out your favorite flavor. Pay for it. Oh yes, do pay. And then open it up. And look what’s hiding right under the lid…
A paint scraper! A palette knife! A…a… thing you can use for sure in your studio to move paint around. Dip into glazes. Make marks. Scratch surfaces…. I am positively swooning at the possibilities. I mean, this ranks right up there with FOAM BRUSHES fro convenience. Price. Versatility.
Foam brushes? Oh, big. happy. sigh. But you can’t eat them.
And Studio Grande-in-progress has HALF a roof. Just half. The other side being nekked plywood. The skylights are in, all four of them. But Mr. Spouse wasn’t sure of the flashing, the stuff that makes them water-tight. With the storm door now open and rain/snow predicted all this week and beyond, he tarpped ’em, Danno. Just to be safe.
The side that has the roof, you know, shingles and stuff, did not leak at all in last night’s rain. That side has been the major leaker in the past so we are very pleased.
But the nekked side has two tarps. Because it leaks. This is the view from the back door of our house.
And this is the hobbit door. It will be painted red. And the bungee cord will be replaced with a real door knob.
There are other things to be done inside, less dramatic as far as photos go but enough to keep us busy since all outside work is on hold until the weather clears. Which could be weeks.
I say us but I really mean Mr. Spouse. It’s my studio but his project.
Now get up. Do some jumping jacks. Go forward into the day. And tonight when the sun is still up, well at least for another hour, raise a toast, have some chocolate and ENJOY!
Lots of time in the studio today. Made some progress on a couple layered canvases. These are works-in-progress, far from finished but I thought you might like to see the progression of one of them.
The horse was the first thing to pop out in this piece and then all inspiration s.t.o.p.p.e.d. So I put it away for awhile. I wasn’t thrilled with the lack of movement in Mr. Pony. And confused by my need to put a face in there. My literal mind was going umm…this doesn’t work.
And then I looked at it today and saw a sleeper. A dreamer…But there was one problem. A BIG one. Ponies don’t stand around in dreams. They RUN. And they run FAST.
So I was BOLD. And BRUTAL. I dispatched Mr. Pony. Just like that. Took my brush and cut him into three ponies. Action. Energy. Ponies worth dreaming about. And then I claimed another from the area above her head. Because I could.
Got a ways to go with this but if life doesn’t get too much in the way I might finish her this weekend. We have a solid week of winter weather rolling in beginning Sunday. YAY! That’s great. We need it.
But it also means I’ve got to spend some hours down in the barn, spoiling my real life ponies with fluffy dry beds. And when the storm comes, I will dream easy, knowing that they are dry and warm.
Uh-oh…See that yellow notice on the meter? Where it says ‘No Feeding’. I just read it now. Honest, officer. No ‘feeding’. Here I thought I was being a good citizen and it turns out I’m a law breaker. A parking felon.
