Wednesday, June 29, 2011

the ranch ate my homework

I know I've been tardy about blogging,
but I've been torn
between the ranch, the studio and the garden.

Lately, the beautiful ranch has been winning.

Even the wisteria on the porch bloomed.

Oh my.

Friday, June 24, 2011

easy listening

I've included this picture
I took in my swell garden yesterday
to make sure you read this post.
I'm nothing if not shameless.

Read on...

Call me a throwback, but I'm proud to not have a Face... book, that is. Frankly, stupid old blogging still amazes me enough to elicit loyalty. Besides, I'd rather continue to work on achieving hubris in a few things other than being a technoweenie (that's not a hard and fast rule, by the way; whenever it suits my purpose, I've been known to expand my consciousness...).

Back to blogdom and all the amazing things it is. This morning, Nancy Colella mentioned Blog Talk Radio, more specifically the show "Artists Helping Artists". Good to listen to while you paint. Or whatever it is you do. As a matter of fact, there's probably a show about whatever that is, too. Way back in the Stone Age '90s, we started Gogaga, one of the first Internet radio stations, so blog radio is like a grandchild; it tickles me to death. Anyway, I just heard a good interview with Karin Jurick.
Internet radio lives.

Ahhh. Easy listening.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011


To Native Americans,
the landscape is Mother Earth's blanket.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

bite me

Don't bite the hand that feeds you?
Maybe that's where I went wrong.
I didn't feed the stray who bit me.

Let THAT be a lesson.

Saturday, June 11, 2011

summer tree

This is what you get
when I don't know jack.

Ignorance is bliss.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

up against the wall, emeffer!

I have hit the wall.

Against my better(?) judgement, I'll show you what
I just emailed to Jala across the street:

"I just got so pissed at my paints (it happens), I put them all away. I mean, packed all the tubes in boxes, stashed the brushes, stacked the canvases, washed the jars and pails and scrubbed the table. Sick to death of, okay, frustrated by mixing colors. While I was doing all of that, it occurred to me that I could maybe NOT mix colors and use em straight out of the tube. Even bag the brushes and squirt the shit straight onto the canvas.
Or I could, OMG, use pastels. I can make the same friggin' mud outta them.
Or I could embrace making a mess and go multi-media.
At any rate, something's gotta change."

Then I said something about spending time working in the garden.
Thrashing the dirt always helps.
Then I said something about having me a couple of glasses of whine.
I don't drink, so this is a questionable strategy.

In the meantime, here's a medium I can handle...

Ever had a day like this?

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

spring into summer

Sweet rain falls.

And suddenly,
before you even get the wheelbarrow out of the shed,

there are flowers.