Elsie

Cutest puppy ever!

Last time to sit up front with her ears blowing

in the wind.

We gave her a steak for her last meal.

I filled the bowl full and she still wanted

more but she really enjoyed it.

 Couldn't find a picture with Corey and

Elsie.  This was 2003 the year we got her.

She was 15.  Beagles live between 13-15 years.

She had a good life.  She could be stubborn and

frustrating but she was sweet and smart.

We will miss her very much!

Elsie 2003-2017

Happy Birthday Chuck

Kissing your husband goodbye as he goes off to work and you go back in the house to take care of your babies.  Fast forward, and I mean fast, kissing your husband as he goes off to work and you realize today he turns 60 and you wonder where did the time go?

Happy Birthday Chuck!! I love you and hope you have a wonderful day and a blessed year!  You have been the best husband and Dad.  Where did the time go?

1982

2016

something weird and different

 Dragon eye necklaces!  

I wanted to try doing something

really different so I made these dragon eyes.

They're made of glass and polymer clay.

This one you can barely see the eye.  Before

baking you could see it but after, not so much. 

This one worked a little better as far as seeing the eye.

I tried putting bead eye lashes on it, not so sure?

This one's my favorite.  You can see the eye and

I like the colors and outside design better.

It was a fun, different, experiment.

Art inspiration

February 5, 2017

We went to the Mt Dora art festival, juried fine art show.  There was some good work there.  There were some artists I haven’t seen before.  I was very inspired.

I was inspired by the mixed media and digital art the most.  I want to try doing some mixed media on canvas.  I also say the lady whose work I would like to collect .  Her work makes me think of things I would like to do.  She works with cement and makes it look like reliquaries and holy art?  I don’t know if that’s what you would call it.  Her art also looks like southwest architecture and I think the mix of that and the religious feel from the old churches we went to is what inspires me.  Her website is: https://www.mysterystonesculpture.com/new-works/

and her etsy shop is:  https://www.etsy.com/listing/448868926/soldoriginal-outdoor-tabletop-sculpture?ref=hp_rv

I would buy all of her southwest sculptures.  To me they are gorgeous and what I would like to be doing!

I also liked the lady who did the poster for the festival.  She did animals in different than normal situations and there were small animals within the large animals and small people within the large people.  Her name is Michelle McDowell Smith and

she’s from Florida.  Her website is:  http://www.michellemcdowellsmith.com

This artist did the paintings about technology and some of his work were animated.  He’s only been doing this for five years.  He was a designer and something else before he started doing the fine art.  His name is Ed Meyers and his website is:  http://www.lionoptic.com 

Chuck really liked Jennifer Ivory’s work.  She did paper painted insects that look real and they are 3D.  Her website is:  www.Insectworks.com. 

Another artist we both liked was William Alburger:  http://www.williamalburger.com.

He did really interesting things with wood, very beautiful and artistic.

There was another guy from the country of Georgia who painted on wood and made them 3D.  I really liked the depth and the fact he painted on rustic wood.  His website:  http://eastwestfineart.com/artist/nodar-khokhobashvili/

There was a pen and ink artist Tai Taeoalii: http://www.artbytai.com.  His work was good and interesting and I mention him because in high school I did a pen and ink drawing that won me 2nd place as best artist in school.  I wish I had at least a photograph of it because I worked on it for weeks.  It was a cow skull and some other bones.  It was really good, which is weird for me to say because I’m extremely picky about my work and don’t always like it.  Some things I like - some not so much.

 You would think that by now I would know what my specialty is and I would have some direction but I struggle with it every time I go in my “studio” and try to work.  What do I want to do?  What should I do?  What am I best at?  What should I do to try to get into the first Thursday about a life well lived?  Should I use acrylics?  Watercolors?  Should I do a drawing?  What should I use and what should I do for the subject matter?  
I should have had this figured out years ago!

more memories

The last couple of visits to my Mom's house

we've gone through old photos.  This is a photo

of me in 11th grade.  I wish I'd left my hair like this.

It wasn't any work and I think it was pretty.

Then I decided to get it cut and permed and

tried to go with the style back then.

I think I was younger in this photo, probably right after

we moved to Florida, the middle of 10th grade.  Not a fun year.

This is me with my favorite aunt, Aunt Peachie.

She was my dad's sister.  She had a lot of different

cancers too.  I'd forgotten about that.

This is my oldest brother.  He is a year

and 4 days younger than me.  He was quite the cowboy.

We lived in Texas when this was taken.

I've been going through the book The Artist's Way.

Corey told me it would bring up a lot of stuff from my

past.  She wasn't kidding.  I've remembered things I'd 

completely forgotten.  A big thing was how devastated I 

was when we left Alaska.  I loved it there and moving 

back to the lower 48 was not fun to me.  It also made

me remember teachers who were really good and 

teachers who were really awful.  Thankfully, the good

outweighed the bad and I got a lot of encouragement

when it comes to my art.  My Mom told me my third grade

teacher thought I was way beyond my grade level and

there wasn't anything she could teach me.  I don't remember that

at all.  I do remember the pet mouse we had in the class and how

much I liked it.  I liked getting to take it home over the weekend

and taking care of it.  I remember trying out for basketball that year 

and totally stinking at it and not making it.  It was only third grade so

no big life altering issue there.

I did race the fastest girl in school on the ice skating rink.

The problem was she had speed skates and I had figure skates.

You can guess who won.  

Enough memories for now.

Memories

Jesse sent me this link on Facebook to see if I have ADHD.  I watched it and was amazed at things that I thought were normal – well they are if you have ADHD – exactly that - they are if you have ADHD.  It does help explain a lot.  One of the things that finally I understand, whenever I ask Chuck, “What are you thinking?” And he says, “Nothing.”  And I say, “You can’t possibly be thinking, nothing that’s not possible.  Let me give you an example of how my brain works.”  I then proceed to tell him how one small thing, I might see or think, leads me on many rabbit trails like the guy in the video.  It’s crazy.  If I ever thought nothing – I would think I was dying or something was seriously wrong. 

For some reason this video, and a book I'm reading, brought back a memory from 2nd grade:

I can’t remember my teacher’s name but I do remember what she looked like.  She always wore a long black skirt and a crisp long sleeved white shirt.  She had a bouffant, or teased really high, black hair.  She had black eyes that always looked extremely angry.  I don’t ever remember her smiling.  I thought she looked like a witch and called her that but never out loud.  I was too afraid of her.

I really struggled with math and making sense of numbers.  They always seemed confusing and the more the numbers the more confusing.  She would write several problems on the chalkboard similar to the one below:

3270

4298

 320

   18

5903

3682

 567

+45

Remember, this is 2^nd grade.  She would write about 6 – 7 different problems and then she would call kids up to the board at the same time.  I kept hoping I wouldn’t be one of them - but no such luck.  I was the last name she called.  We stepped up to the board and started working on the problems.  I would start adding and then get confused and have to start over.  I don’t know what it was but the numbers seemed to run together.  It was like they were laughing at me. 

I bit my lip as one by one the other students sat down and I continued to work.  I finally made it through the first row of adding but got lost in the 2^nd and had to start over with that one.  The teacher kept saying, “Aren’t you finished yet?” Which would make me lose my place - yet again.  I don’t know how many times she asked but I started silently crying and just gave up.  She made me stand there and told me I couldn’t sit down until I finished.  I laid the chalk in the metal tray and just stood with my back to the class.

I refused to try to finish because my brain just was overloaded with fear, confusion, and frustration.  She left me there while the rest of the class went onto other subjects.  I don’t remember how long I stood there but it seemed like forever. Finally, she let me return to my desk.  Red faced, tear stained, and humiliated I walked back to my seat with my fists clenched, and sat down. 

The only other memory I have of her class was our next math test.

Our desks in our class were big enough for two people to share.  I sat next to a girl in the class who was supposed to be the smartest in the subject of math.  I will call her Cindy, though I don’t remember her name.  I decided that I was not going to be humiliated by the teacher again.  I thought if I copied Cindy’s paper I would get 100% and the teacher would leave me alone.  I was really not thinking too clearly but I did learn a lot from that experience.

After the teacher graded our papers and was handing them back out she waited to give ours to us last.  She said with great emphasis and dramatics, “It seems someone in the class decided to cheat and copy off of someone else’s paper.  The only problem was - if the other person missed something – so would the person copying because no two people will miss the same thing and have the same exact wrong answer.”  I was petrified.  I looked at the Cindy who also looked terrified and I knew I couldn’t let her be blamed for my stupidity.   I admitted I cheated but I wasn’t going to let the teacher see me cry.   I know my face was bright red.  

Mrs. Wicked Witch of the West berated me in front of the class and then made me go sit on the stool in the corner.  I sat there until the class went to recess. She made me stay inside but I was allowed to go back to my desk.  It’s weird because I do not remember anything after that experience about that class or that teacher.  I do remember that I felt a great deal of anger and the emotion of hate comes to mind, which is sad for a seven year old.  I never cheated again and was terrified of even thinking about it.  Writing this, I finally understand my dislike of math.  I also think it might be assoiciated with my fear of public speaking too.

 I asked my Mom if she had any photos from my

2nd grade class.  She only had this from my first grade 

class.  My first grade teacher I really loved.  She 

made learning fun and she always had a smile on her

face.  I think she loved her job and her kids.