Saturday, March 20, 2010


Funny how your brain can be all, oh, I wanna do this, this and this, but the body just sorta goes...blah. The butterflies have been a bit like that for me. I see 'em in my brain, all fluttering about, but the doing has been a, rough. After scrubbing a few boards today, all that changed. And also what I initially envisioned for these images changed - again! Uh, can’t wait to see how they turn out!

Recently, I've come to accept the fact that I work slow - as in methodical slow. From beginning ruminations in my head, to their final outcome. Rushing is not my game. voila-ka-boom.

This can be er, a bit disconcerting for that lovely force known as momentum. But momentum can take on various levels of acceleration. Mine tends to be a bit turtle-ish.

Whatever impetus one's momentum chooses to take, it's gotta be there for anything to take place. Even in slow art. You can gain it, lose it, you can find it, feel it. Momentum is grand, at whatever pace.

Saturday, March 13, 2010


March is Red Cross month. Since 2003, I've tried to give blood as often as I can. I'm type 0 negative, which means my blood gets along with just about anyone. Less than 7% of the US population has 0 negative blood, so I'm sorta fortunate to have such deep red gooey groovy glop.

Donating blood is a trip. You feel as if you are in some very special private club. The people who work the banks are always calm and kind and the blood chairs totally rock, I've nodded off a few times - ha!

I love giving blood. The thought of my goop flowing through someone's veins is a bit of a high for me. Sure, I'm a bit drowsy the rest of the day and my arm has this funky purple mark on it for awhile - but whatever. It's a little thing to do with a beaucoup rewarding payoff.