New semester for art classes just started. Here are my best sketches (you didn’t think I’d post my worst, did you?). I particularly am pleased with the first as I managed to catch the likeness of the model.
“The team spotted this Stubby Squid off the coast of California at a depth of 900 meters (2,950 feet). The stubby squid (Rossia pacifica) looks like a cross between an octopus and squid, but is more closely related to cuttlefish. This species spends life on the seafloor, activating a sticky mucus jacket and burrowing into the sediment to camouflage, leaving their eyes poking out to spot prey like shrimp and small fish. Rossia pacifica”
At Judy Formato’s Painting on the Patio (POP) art group the topic of marijuana came up.
Several of the woman, who shall remain anonymous, (we are all well over the age of 50 or 60 or 70) admitted to inhaling in their youth. It was a pertinent topic (for those of us well over the age of 50 or 60 or 70) relating to pain medication for maladies that come with maturity.
Is this a coincidence, or what? . . . I came home to read this new medical marijuana “MIND” study:
Researcher Staci Gruber is “. . . trying to determine the long and short-term impact of medical marijuana on cognition, brain structure and function, quality of life, sleep, and other clinical measures.
“People drive two to three hours sometimes to get [here for] the study,” Gruber said. “They’re really committed. They really want to know what effect this will have on them.”
“As they wait for long-term results, MIND researchers have made a few interim discoveries. They have found, for example, that marijuana could possibly ease symptoms for people with bipolar disorder and that a medication for strokes and Alzheimer’s disease may reverse the cognitive effects of chronic recreational marijuana use.”
Perhaps our POP group could volunteer – we can drive and are VERY committed women.
I think we qualify.
Oh, by the way, here’s what I painted at POP.
I wonder why they don’t use rats for this study – they use them for all the others?
I knew about people who do travel sketch books – instead of taking photos they sketch. I knew about plein air painters who set up their easels and paint nature. I didn’t know about the groups of artists who take to the streets all over the world and sketch.
They call themselves Urban Sketchers. The supplies need to be portable and compact – small sketchbooks, pencil, pen and watercolor seem to be the main tools of the trade. People and buildings are the main focus.
You have to be fast and just capture the essence of what you see. People move, get up, leave. Sometimes I draw the arm of one person on the body of the other, furiously freeze a tiny moment in time hoping people don’t get up, come over and demand I stop staring at them. Then I “clean up” the mini sketches – erase lines, add a splash of color.
At the POP (Painting on the Patio) gathering yesterday I couldn’t get inspired to paint so I pulled out my mini sketchbook and “cleaned up” some of my sketches:
Can’t call myself an Urban Sketcher cuz I don’t sit on street corners or stand by light poles. I sketch people while I wait for doctors’ appointments, get my computer fixed or tires rotated.
Since I live in the suburbs it seems a bit pretentious to call my self a suburban sketcher. Stealth Sketcher is much more like it.
My human has been laying around the house all week. You’ve probably noticed she’s not been commenting on her blog or responding to e-mails. She overdid it at her last workshop and has been dog-tired ever since.
Humans are cute, not very smart and take a lot of patience on our part. Just when I think she’s trained she gets loose and I have no idea where she goes or what she gets into. All I know is she comes limping home.
She looks a bit dog-eared.
Usually she can pick up the scent and find her way back but if you see her loose on the street don’t call human-control, just bring her home in time for my dinner.
Freddie Parker Westerfield, CDT, RET
Judy Formato collects people – from bus rides, parties, meetings and invites them to her “POP” gatherings – Painting on the Patio. Yesterday I met her collection of very talented and welcoming women who have been meeting for 3 years to paint, chat and share resources.
Most of the women were doing water-color. I experimented with my newly purchased pastels to color two of my quickie life drawing sketches I had done in class.
The afternoon was topped off with wine and snacks. Judy served a verrrrry tasty egg plant dip that had zing from some delicious pepper sauce imported by the family fine Italian food company Formato Brothers.
Here are my “befores” and “afters”:
The theme for July is “Journey”. Held a special 4 hour – yes, count ’em FOUR hours of creative energy – workshop yesterday. The participants focused on a painful experience, what strengths they developed as a result of the pain and how God’s love or “the universe’s grace” touched them.
People could share as much or as little as they chose. It was a wonderful group of women. (All you men, where are you?!!!!)
Take a look at a sample of wonderful paintings and mini-journals the participants created yesterday!
To see all the paintings and journal pages click HERE!
“Everything in life ministers to our development. Our lesson is to study and learn… Tests are either stumbling blocks or stepping stones, just as we make them.” Abdu’l-Baha, The Baha’i World Faith
The last life drawing class for this semester. Everyone brought food for a potluck – dips & chips, chocolate, cookies, cake, fruit – it was quite a spread. We’ve had this model before.
After staring at her flat abs for 3 hours I disciplined myself and only ate the fruit.
One of the students saw the above drawing laying on the floor on its side and said it looked like a landscape.
I came home feeling out of shape and deprived. So I ate 3 peanut butter and honey sandwiches (needed protein after all that fruit).
A technique of neo-impressionist painting using tiny dots of various pure colors, which become blended in the viewer’s eye. It was developed by Georges Seurat with the aim of producing a greater degree of luminosity and brilliance of color.
Click HERE to see if you were right!
The general consensus among my women art classmates is they prefer drawing female curves rather than male muscles. Next week I’ll ask the men. One of the women said her husband was VERY upset she would take a class where the focus was staring at nude men.
For these sketches I threw muscles to the wind and just drew. I took a few liberties (like cutting off the models head because he was wearing a ridiculous helmet which I refused to draw and beefing him up a bit to match my own fantasies . . .)
I’m only sharing the back views I drew . . . don’t want to upset any of YOU that I’ve been staring at full frontal nude men . . .
Want to see more collaged Contemplation Cards? The theme was Power. Click here The HeART of Spirituality
Been doing and redoing drawings to amuse myself. These were originally quick sketches from life drawing. I “colorized” them trying to teach myself how to use pastel. It’s easier to practice on sketches I was going to throw away because there’s nothing to lose!!
A lovely reminder of what our souls know but our minds forget.
Gabrielle Garcia Marquez
Considered one of the most significant authors of the 20th century and one of the best in theSpanish language, he was awarded the 1972 Neustadt International Prize for Literature and the 1982 Nobel Prize in Literature.
Dear Linda B.,
Thank you for sending me a video of Jumpy the dog. All us canines can do all this, we just don’t want to. We prefer to conserve our energy for healing rather than performing.
Freddie Parker Westerfield, CDT, RET.
Sorry, I’ve been blogged-out for so long. I know, I know, yet another sorry-I’ve-been-gone-for-so-long-post.
BUT I decided today is a brand new beginning. “BUT” literally and figuratively. (For those of you who are squeamish scroll down to the nude part because I begin with the BUTT . . . mine to be exact.)
Just had a colonoscopy. The bad news – I didn’t have a very good day yesterday. The good news – I lost 4 pounds. The bad news – I have wasted today sleeping. The good news – I don’t remember a thing.
Now that I’m squeaky clean it’s time for a new start – Going to go back to cutting out (maybe down) on refined sugar & carbs and cutting up on the internet.
Here’s my latest sketches. I start with my favorite:
You’ve not heard from me for a while. It’s not that I’ve forgotten YOU it’s just that I’ve had nothing inspiring me and for those of you who have followed my blog for a long time know it’s ultimately ALL ABOUT ME.
Yesterday I started a summer art class – life drawing. Drawing still-lifes and such (you know the kind where the instructor wants you to draw a block of wood, a vase with an artificial flower and a porcelain doll who stares straight ahead with malice in her eye) just isn’t my “thing”. I’ve got nothing against still-lifes mind you (my life has been still on more than one occasion) but I prefer real flesh.
Here’s my first foray into real flesh since my one life drawing class in 1966. I was pleased . . . with the drawings, of course.
No energy to write my usual pithy posts . . . but here’s a Snowy Owl worth the visit:
“We followed a young owl named Baltimore’s PRECISE route from a beach in Maryland to an island in Canada.”
I woke this morning feeling like a truck hit me, threw me onto the train tracks where I was run over by a locomotive.
AND lo and behold . . .
. . . today is National Fibromyalgia Day. I’m in no mood to celebrate but the Fibro-Fiends that dwell inside me are having a ball!
I’m too tired to write an entirely new post to post on this post so I’ll just post part of a post of a post that I posted sometime ago. . . . .
“I look normal, I act normal (relatively normal). However, I feel exhausted much of the time, my body aches from head to toe and my brain sometimes has trouble remembering or concentrating. Please don’t tell me to exercise more, eat better, try acupuncture or go to a new doctor. After 20 years I’ve tried just about everything there is to try that I can afford, swallow or legally do.”
“I don’t even care anymore what you call it: Fibromyalgia, Chronic Fatigue, malingering . . . it’s just tiring being tired much of the time. I push through it otherwise I’d have no life. But the price for pushing can be days of crashing so I pick and choose my commitments.”
There’s a free on-line Fibromyalgia Summit. If you’re interested in hearing the presentations click here: http://www.healthrising.org/blog/2016/05/11/three-days-may-fibromyalgia-summit-almost/
Confidential: Send me your prayers because tomorrow I’m leaving for an Unitarian Woman’s Retreat where I’m facilitating 2 workshops. (I am not planning on taking my Fibro-Fiends with me. Please don’t tell anyone because if the Fiends get wind I want to leave them home they will be angry . . . very angrrrrrrrrry . . .)
On Mother’s Day Reverend Kent Doss at the Tapestry Unitarian Church began his sermon with a poem. I found myself tearing up. After the service I shared my response with other women who all said they, too, had to fight back tears.
Reverend Doss’ heartfelt delivery can’t be duplicated but I encourage you to read it out loud.
If you have carried a child or children, whether or not they came to be born, we see you.
If you have fervently wished to do so, and circumstances of fate made it impossible, we see you.
If you love children we cannot see, whether because of death or estrangement, we see you.
If you never wanted to be a mother, we see you.
If you are happy to mother other people’s children, as an educator, an auntie, or a foster parent, we see you.
If your mother hurt you, physically or emotionally, we see you.
If you had no mother at all, we see you.
If your mother is or was your best friend, we see you.
If your gender says you are not a mother, and yet you take on the role of nurturer, we see you.
If you wonder whether your mothering has been enough, we see you.
And if yours is a different truth altogether, we honor your unspoken story.
There is room for all in this circle. May it be so, today and always.
Did quick sketches with colored pencils in class.
I ate my model . . . ouch!
My computer crashed the day after our last HeART of Spirituality at Tapestry Unitarian Church. I’ve been cyberless for days. I tried using my husband’s computer but it drrrrrrrrrove me crrrrrrrrrrrazy. If I didn’t have the correct attitude it did weird and unexpected things. I never realized how spoiled I was on an Apple MacBook.
It also was weird . . . I missed YOU – bloggers, subscribers, cyber friends – more than I missed the computer.
Now that I’m back on-line I can show you the Contemplation Cards everyone made. Here’s a sample and if you want to see ALL 9 cards click here:
Dear Human Beings,
Do NOT, I repeat do NOT, believe everything you read. This article is a case in point:
“PET owners beware — new research has revealed that dogs don’t like hugs from their owners, which can make them (the owners?) more stressed out.”
“According to new research published in Psychology Today, Stanley Coren from the University of British Columbia, said dogs respond differently to humans who seek comfort from hugging others.”
“Coren, who studies canine behaviour, analysed a random sample of 250 pictures of humans hugging their dogs that he could find online through Flickr and a Google image search.” (skewed data – he left out Pintrest and Instagram where the animal pictures are more photogenic)
“In using photos where the dog’s face was easily seen, he looked whether the dog appeared to be anxious or distressed, relaxed, or showed a neutral response to being hugged.”
“He found that around 82 per cent of the photographs showed “unhappy dogs” receiving hugs from their owners or children.”
He said that dogs show signs of distress when they bare their teeth (called a smile when humans do it), turn their heads away from something ( just being bored and looking around), or they partially close their eyes (doesn’t everyone close their eyes when ecstatic?).
Another sign of anxiety is when a dog’s ears are lowered or “slicked against the side of his head”. (Stanley, it’s just our coiffure)
He also said that licking lips or licking a person’s face can also be a sign of anxiety, like yawning or raising a paw. (I lick when it’s tasty)
Coren said the fact that dogs don’t like being hugged can be explained by their behavioural nature.
As “cursorial animals”, (cursorial? I swear I never curse) they are designed for swift running. When stressed, a dog’s first instinct is to run away.
It is believed that when they are restricted from moving with a hug, it can increase a dog’s stress level and potentially cause them to bite their owners. (or bite researchers)
It’s not the hugs that stressed the dogs out it was having their pictures taken WITHOUT THEIR CONSENT to be displayed for all the world to see.
So hug away you human-beings and always follow-up with a treat for us dogs (you got your treat with the hug)
Freddie Parker Westerfield, CDT RET, CDB
Canine Dog Therapist, Retired and Certified Dog Blogger
Here’s my semi-weekly Did you Miss Me!!!!!??????? post. Lately, it seems like every other week I’m blogged-out. As my energy (and attention) waxes and wanes so too my posting.
The last art classes produced these projects. The first was sketching onto a plastic plate and then using water soluble color to print.
In the portrait class we had 3 hours to create a portrait of a real live man. And although I’ve been known to take liberties with the models . . . like adding arms where there are none . . . I didn’t make up his hair-do.
I know, I KNOW, you’ve missed me this past week (I do NOT want to know if you didn’t). In my life long effort to be better focused I tried to cut down on my computer time . . . browsing the internet, reading blog posts, watching videos, reading the news . . . AND posting. It really worked except for browsing the internet, reading blog posts, watching videos and reading the news.
With all the time I’ve gained by not posting I’ve been gardening and messing around with sketching. I tried (tried being the operant word) to use my new pastels to do a realistic portrait.
The lady I drew (using a famous portrait as a reference) was so ugly I was embarrassed to show her in public. So I just had fun and gave her a cosmetic make-up. The background got to be so ugly and muddied I just cut it away. She’s no beauty either but I had nothing else to post . . .
Now that I’ve posted I’m on to browsing the internet, reading blog posts, watching videos and reading the news.
What did I learn today in class? Drawing is just like life!
I used to think that great artists, good artists got it right on the first pass. It’s taken me 7 decades to understand that all artists continually make corrections. Draw, adjust, erase, draw, redraw, erase . . .
Luckily, it only took me 5 decades to figure out that life was about continually making corrections. That reminds me . . . I need a new eraser.
Here’s my sketches for today – One is loose and the other uptight
Brain research is both shifting and validating common knowledge. This article by Jon Spayde in the United Health Care bulletin is worth posting AND READING in it’s entirety.
How to get happy in a hurry, according to neuroscience
By Jon Spayde
“. . . Time.com blogger Eric Barker lists four rapid, in-the-moment ways to feel happy – he calls them “rituals” – based on recent neuroscience, and featured in a new book by UCLA neuroscience researcher Alex Korb: “The Upward Spiral: Using Neuroscience to Reverse the Course of Depression, One Small Change at a Time.”‘
“1. Ask yourself what you’re grateful for. A warm house, a pet you love, your success at Minecraft? Whatever. Gratitude, says Korb, boosts both dopamine and serotonin, the two most powerful neurotransmitter chemicals involved in giving you a feeling of calm and well-being. “Know what Prozac does?” asks Barker. “Boosts the neurotransmitter serotonin. So does gratitude.” And don’t worry if you can’t immediately find things to be grateful for, Korb says. The mental search for gratitude alone will begin to elevate the level of those pleasure chemicals”.
“2. Label negative feelings. Simply saying to yourself “I’m sad” or “I’m anxious” seems like a pretty paltry happiness strategy. But here’s what Korb writes: “…in one fMRI study, appropriately titled ‘Putting Feelings into Words,’ participants viewed pictures of people with emotional facial expressions. Predictably, each participant’s amygdala [the brain’s fight-or-flight alarm bell] activated to the emotions in the picture. But when they were asked to name the emotion, the ventrolateral prefrontal cortex activated and reduced the emotional amygdala reactivity. In other words, consciously recognizing the emotions reduced their impact.”‘
“3. Make a decision. Just deciding to do something can reduce worry and anxiety right away. Korb: “Making decisions includes creating intentions and setting goals – all three are part of the same neural circuitry and engage the prefrontal cortex in a positive way, reducing worry and anxiety. Making decisions also helps overcome striatum activity, which usually pulls you toward negative impulses and routines. Finally, making decisions changes your perception of the world – finding solutions to your problems and calming the limbic system.”‘
“But what about making the “right” decision? Isn’t that stressful? Korb counsels letting go of perfectionism. The “good enough” decision is…well, good enough to make our brains go into at-ease mode. “We don’t just choose the things we like,” says Korb. “We also like the things we choose.”‘
“4. Touch people (appropriately). “One of the primary ways to release oxytocin [the pleasure-inducing ‘cuddle chemical’] is through touching,” Korb writes. “Obviously, it’s not always appropriate to touch most people, but small touches like handshakes and pats on the back are usually okay. For people you’re close with, make more of an effort to touch more often.”‘
“A hug is particularly effective, he says, mobilizing oxytocin against that alarm-bell amygdala. And if you don’t have anybody to hug, go get a massage: “The results are fairly clear that massage boosts your serotonin by as much as 30 percent. Massage also decreases stress hormones and raises dopamine levels.”‘
In my drawing class we’re suppose to rapid sketch every day. I’ve been rather lax so decided to participate (sorta) in the on-line #CreativeSprint to do something creative every day. I figure if I do 3 sketches at one time it counts as 3 days for both the class and the sprint. I’m ahead of the game! Here’s 14 days worth:
These are not shitty FIRST drafts, they are the only drafts.
AND TA DA the piece de resistance!!!!!!!!!!!!
(Any resemblance to the “artist” is coincidental)
Attended a painting workshop today at Art & Creativity for Healing a wonderful non-profit for which I helped facilitate workshops many years ago.
Laurie Zagon the founder and creator of the Art4Healing® method has created a wonderful vehicle to express feelings using color. It’s not about making “art” but about processing thoughts, feelings and experiences using paint. Today’s workshop was “Painting Hope”.
The paintings are done very rapidly so that intuition rather than artistic skill is the focus. And it’s hard to be skillful when make-up sponges and q-tips are used instead of brushes!
Please check out Art 4 Healing.org. Their mission is to support emotional healing through art & creative expression for those living in pain, grief, fear or stress.
There are on-line video workshops available to everyone, anywhere. Proceeds go towards providing free workshops to organizations such as wounded veterans, Children’s Hospital and woman’s shelters.
If you want to see my explanation of Prayer of Hope click here The HeART of Spirituality!
SoulPancake and Puppy Chow teamed up to share the #PowerofPuppies at a preschool, retirement home, and gym to transform an otherwise ordinary day. Share http://bit.ly/pwrofppys with someone who needs the power of puppies in their lives! For every video view, Puppy Chow will donate one pound of Puppy Chow Natural to Rescue Bank® (up to 500,000 pounds or until April 23, 2016).
A video of a diver in Thailand rescuing a porcupinefish caught in a net got my attention. I posted it on The HeART of Spirituality to get your attention. (verrrrrrry clever)
It’s not for survival
when I take a drink
It’s for my revival
she says with a wink
This is the black-blotched porcupinefish. These fish not only can swallow water and raise their spines to make themselves look bigger and fiercer, but they also harbor in their bodies a neurotoxin that contributes to self-defense.
Take a look at a Porcupine fish being rescued while its fish friend watches. Who said fish don’t have feelings!
“Some species are poisonous, having a tetrodotoxin in their internal organs, such as the ovaries and liver. This neurotoxin is at least 1200 times more potent than cyanide. The poison is produced by several types of bacteria obtained from the fish’s diet. As a result of these three defenses, porcupinefish have few predators, although adults are sometimes preyed upon by sharks and killer whales. Juveniles are also preyed on by Lysiosquillina maculata, tuna and dolphins. Wikipedia
And read about the nanofish cleaning out YOUR body here!
plus another pome . . .
Better to give life than eat it.
This watercolor by Kathrin Werner made me smile. Happy Easter and beyond!
Kathi also has the best blog series – She’s created an alligator with attitude named Benni:
“As the landlord had forgotten to tell the other guests that Benni was a vegetarian, hardly anybody did sleep in that night.”
and you can brush up on your German when you read her blog:
“Außer Benni schlief keiner. Der Hüttenwirt hatte vergessen den anderen Gäste zu sagen, dass Benni Vegetarier war.”
Click here: KathrinsWorld
P.S. She even has an ETSY shop
“Snowball’s public debut also caught the attention of two scientists at the Neurosciences Institute in La Jolla, Calif. John Iversen and Aniruddh Patel were interested in the evolutionary origins and neuroscience of rhythm and music. At the time, there was no documented evidence that nonhuman animals could dance — or, in more scientific terms, that they could “entrain” their movements to an external beat. “We saw this video, and it really knocked us out — it was the first time we had ever seen this,” Iversen said. “As scientists, you love these kinds of moments.”’
“Iversen and Patel tested Snowball in controlled experiments, altering the tempos of his favorite songs and observing how he responded without any training or encouragement. Snowball danced in bouts, rather than continuously, but frame-by-frame video analysis confirmed that he adapted his movements to the match the altered beats. Soon after, other studies by separate research teams showed that numerous species of parrots could entrain to a beat, as could elephants. Monkeys, on the other hand, did not display much rhythmic talent in the lab.”
“Snowball (TM) is a Medium Sulphur Crested Eleanora Cockatoo that dances to the Back Street Boys and other songs that he rates as having a “very good beat.” He came to Bird Lovers Only Rescue Service, Inc. (a 501c3 not for profit bird rescue and sanctuary) in August 2007 and continues to make us laugh with his fancy footwork. We are currently raising funds to build a bird habitat for Snowball and other birds like him.”
Hairy Pome by judy
Have you not heard
of the elusive Kingfisher bird?
When it is hatched
it sports a moustache
Thank goodness there’s no beard
that would be weird
Read more about this birdie at doodlewash
Eighteen – count ’em, 17 wonderful women and one marvelous man, Reverend Kent Doss, created beautiful prayer/contemplation cards at the Tapestry Unitarian Church. The focus was RENEWAL and making prayer/contemplation cards.
Those of you who have facilitated workshops know that quintuple the amount of time of the actual workshop goes into creating the material, administrative stuff, setting up and cleaning up. I knew I was tired when I got home because I ate everything that would fit in my mouth that didn’t require cooking, cleaning or chewing.
Here’s 1/2 of the pictures. If you want to see the other half and more about the cards you’ll have to click here: The HeART of Spirituality
(verrrrrrrrrrry clever of me to get you to go to the other blog . . .).
Apologies to those of you whose cards didn’t upload. Some of the photos didn’t “photo” – a bit of blame goes to the glare off the images, a bit goes to my photography skills and the rest goes to my inability to “clean up the photos” on the computer.
In art class we had a live model for the first time. We were to do a fast sketch to acquaint ourselves with her facial features. She was a striking young woman with distinct features.
My initial 15 minute charcoal sketch looked like a wild animal had attacked. I admit to being a bit embarrassed when the model walked by looking at all our sketches. It’s one thing botching up a plaster cast and another maiming a live beautiful face.
The remaining time in class was spent doing the model’s portrait in chalk pastels. (Confession: The teacher helped me since I’ve never worked with pastels.)
I was not going to post either the initial sketch because it wasn’t “perfectly executed” nor my pastel since my teacher helped.
Then Anne Lamott, the author, came to mind. In her book Bird by Bird she talks about how the writer should just spill it all out, create the “shitty first draft”. That’s how good writers get to the second, third and polished last drafts.
When I look at the portrait I see flashes of myself – mostly the pain I’ve been in. There wasn’t time in class to finish . . . another work in progress, like me.
“Perfectionism is the voice of the oppressor, the enemy of the people. It will keep you cramped and insane your whole life, and it is the main obstacle between you and a shitty first draft.”
“Syrian kids who passed through Milan’s Central Station last year did something very Italian: create artwork. While they waited for trains to take them to northern Europe, Save the Children offered them a chance to draw. They could depict whatever they wanted, says psychologist Vittoria Ardino, president of the Italian Society for the Study of Traumatic Stress, who analyzed 500 of these images.”
Scroll down to last drawing to read one of Ardino’s reflections on the drawings.
“Love and compassion are necessities, not luxuries. Without them, humanity cannot survive.”
H.H. The 14th Dalai Lama
“God has created the world as one—the boundaries are marked out by man.”
‘Abdu’l-Baha, The Baha’i World Faith
“I appeal to you, brothers, by the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, that all of you agree, and that there be no divisions among you, but that you be united in the same mind and the same judgment.”
1 Corinthians 1:10
“However many holy words you read, however many you speak, what good will they do you
If you do not act on upon them?”
Here’s one of Vittoria Ardino’s reflections on these drawings:
“There’s so much happening on this piece of paper — which is maybe a reflection of the child’s chaotic inner world, Ardino says. A flying creature is part butterfly, a common symbol of freedom. But it’s also part gun. A plane dropping bombs is covered by a face that’s half-human and half-fish (or actually, a big fish devouring a smaller one). A flower droops over a series of squiggles, which Ardino believes represent human bodies. All of that points to a child feeling powerless — but “trying desperately to find light,” Ardino adds. The face is surrounded by sun, and an oversized ladder or staircase leads away from the houses. Ardino suggests this is the child’s attempt at answering a critical question: “How can I escape?”‘
Click here to read Ardino’s reflections on all 7 drawings.
Now back to washing the dishes and the soapy water that reminded me to water the flowers in the garden which reminded me about this video . . .
Thanks Sharon M.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Is it a good thing . . . or a sign . . . I can no longer remember when my attention deficit was activated . . .?
Want to monkey around?
just blow with your nose
to create a sound
that tingles the toes
However, it’s said
if a monkey you bed
your kids will be hairy
swing from the trees
blowing their noses
and hang by their knees
“Unfortunately, like many of this unusual creatures, this species is classified as endangered. Though an odd face, they’re generally good natured with each other, but due to extensive loss of vegetation, there are only about 1,000 of them left. The government of Borneo has instituted strict penalties for those who kill them in an effort to protect what’s left of the dwindling population.”
If you want to see the PROBOSCIS MONKEY’S picture you will have to click here: DOODLEWASH
I tend toward the depressive end of the “depression vs anxiety” scale. There are very few things, besides snakes, heights and being suspended in the air in gondolas, that make me anxious. I rarely worry about them . . . unless I’m on a hike in the mountains, it’s rattlesnake season and the only way I can get down is a gondola ride.
After watching this video . . . I’m worried that I don’t worry enough . . .
The Peacock mantis shrimp
is no wimp.
Its rear sways
while the front prays
that its glow
4 inches is enough
to strut it’s stuff
“Some mantis shrimp species are rather romantic, meeting their dream shrimp and staying together for life, which is up to 20 years. These lovebirds share the same burrow, protect their eggs, and help each other in hunting. When particularly aroused during mating rituals, the mantis shrimp will start to fluoresce. This means, you guessed it, they have glow-in-the-dark sex, which more than qualifies them as an uncommon creature.”
Click here to find out why the shrimp is no wimp: doodlewash
I’ve been struggling with my health and it’s been hard sitting through 3 hours of art class.
Our first assignment was to do a black and white of a plaster lady whose arm was cut off above her elbow. Ouch.
I missed the last class, deciding the fetal position I was in was more conducive to “licking my wounds” than doing it in public. Having no physical reference to finish the arm-less lady I explored the new medium of chalk pastel (new to me) and threw color around . . . and made things up . . .
I put her arm back because I wouldn’t want to be immortalized without my arm . . . even if I was plaster. Would you?
Marble Machine built and composed by Martin Molin
Video filmed and edited by Hannes Knutsson
Rube Goldberg would be in awe of the engineering complexity in this marvelous music machine that creates sound with 200 marbles! Its wooden parts are carved and Molin built it after drawing the design in 3-D software. It’s programmable, and he can change keys midsong. Take a look at videos about the process of creating the machine on Molin’s website.
“Along with its spiky reddish-brown hairdo, it’s quite a sight to behold. It’s also a bird that you are better off viewing from a safe distance due to its other key characteristic that has earned it’s rather insulting nickname. But it’s an accurate one, as the stinkbird actually does smell like poop.”
judy’s stink bird pome
The Stink bird, if you will
is a walking, pecking still
Its cow poop smell
is just a cover
for a liquor lover.
Wanna know why it stinks? Ya gotta click here: DOODLEWASH Sinkbird
Found a grrrrrrrrreat new blog doodlewash. The artist CHARLIE O’SHIELDS is good AND his subjects are weird and wonderful critters (at least the ones I’ve seen so far) My kinda guy! To make it even better the information he posts about the animals he draws is fascinating.
As those of you who follow my blog know I’ve been in a slump – physically, mentally and creatively. The minute I saw Charlie’s drawings and read about critters . . . well . . . it inspired the poet in me.
judy’s jerboa pome
picky diet of insects
nibbles on their feet
but spits out their toa
“Caught on video for the first time in 2007, this little creature may look like an odd little rodent, but it’s really quite distinct. There’s no other animal of its exact type on the planet. Looking a bit like a mouse-sized kangaroo, it’s humorously long legs give it the ability to jump over 3 feet (1 meter) high.”
To read the part that inspired my pome ya gotta click here: DOODLEWASH
In my life time I’ve been whacked
I’ve been blindsided
and been sacked
Now I’m included
in the pantheon of the hacked
So if you are my hacker
please know I AM pleased
you used a younger picture of me
as a tease.
“More proof she’s losing it . . .”
If you’ve received weird messages from me on Facebook they are NOT me.
(well, some of the weird things are from me but they are ALWAYS from a BLOG POST)
Do NOT click on any links saying you have won money or I have won money – It’s a scam.
Here’s the situation and the problem:
- Someone has hacked into my account and then created a bogus page with my picture and name and sending messages/friend requests etc. to my Facebook friends.
- I RARELY go on Facebook and have NEVER chatted on Facebook. (Facebook, frankly, drives me crrrrrrrrrrazier than I already am.)
- People think I’m on Facebook regularly because my blog AUTOMATICALLY puts blog posts on Facebook without my doing anything.
- I’ve spent 3 days trying to figure out what to do: I’ve changed my password, gone over everyone’s profile/page who shares my name on Facebook, sent numerous messages to Facebook, changed my settings, deleted, unfriended, defriended . . .
- THANK YOU TO ALL my Facebook friends WHO HAVE ALERTED ME and are still my friend!!
If I can’t get it resolved I will close down my Facebook account and you will have to subscribe to my blogs to continue to receive weird messages from me.
I’ve been taking a portrait painting class with Peggy Nicols and it’s very difficult. Now I’m inspired to work harder because Carol Cormier taught her FIRST GRADERS to do portraits! You’ve got to check out more great drawings of Picasso, Warhol, Dali and Kahlo!
Click here to see ALL the first graders portraits at: