Thursday, June 22, 2017

Heading North


Friday will find the old van and Yoda and Bear and me and the art stuff heading North.
To Duluth, Minnesota - the BIG CITY we would visit when I was a child.

Off to Seth and the Girls Land - and a night or two at Seth's farm - 


Weather forecasts change by the hour.
We will deal with the sky cards we are dealt.

On to the grey damp day.

And making product.
Sometimes making ART stuff is fun.
Sometimes it is semi-mindless work.

Life's choices.

You know.

Fare-thee-well,
Sue

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Motivation - Ugh

Truth?

Sometimes it takes a good talking-to from oneself to oneself.
Writing "chat" down helps - sometimes.

After afternoon shift at antique shop I went to our local co-op for that free Small cup of coffee they offer on Tuesdays. I was too late for a free cookie. So it goes.

As a long-time journaling sort I have been keeping quite on task in writing at least three journal pages a day. These are not always "Morning Pages" as suggested by Julia Cameron in several of her books. They are "Whenever They Get Scribbled Pages." That's O.K. with me. So up on a stool I hopped, out came iPod and Bach, and after a few sips of uninteresting brown liquid the black-inked pen started rolling across paper. Results are often messy and mysterious. I noted the one last crumb of "cookie" I nabbed, but not chatting with the young lad practicing on saxophone with his dad at a table outside the store. He'd had two lessons and was already better on his lovely golden instrument then I was after a YEAR of terrible squeaky squawking on clarinet in my eighth grade year. "The horror... The horror..." Good luck, young lad - you'll do fine.

Here is the third page:



                           Sunbeams are the best part of this photo? 

Anyway, it seems I once-again have purpose in life. It's been a while. And here are the Quests. Time to quit typing, and get back to the bruins.

This weekend holds the Park Point Art Fair in Duluth, Minnesota. Tomorrow holds finishing three new greeting card designs. And framing things. And checking lists. And working another shift at the shop. And hosting another Wednesday Evening Arts/Crafts Event.

Tonight holds more work filling the card racks and learning more about ancient English History. No good reason. Just because.

Sometimes treat yourself to doing things just because...

Fare-thee-well,
Sue

Sunday, June 18, 2017

Studio B

I am sitting in a room in our home we now call Studio B.

It has been, by turn, daughter's bedroom, son's bedroom, daughter's sewing studio, and now, with grown urchins several years gone, and walls now empty of Tyler and Tara's "history," Studio B - another of my spaces in which to work and maybe work.

Here Frida Kahlo looks down within her red-white-purple graphic towel. The Brain - evil genius mouse from "Pinky and The Brain" animated cartoon series looks down from his un-used picture frame - a gift from good daughter. I am more Pinky most days. I should channel more of Brain's ambition and less of Pinky's Narf!"

Art supplies, organized or otherwise, are almost everywhere - although one CAN walk on bare carpet to every corner of the room. And there ARE bare horizontal areas in several areas. And one can open the printer cover and the not-vintage record player. There are drawers where I know where things are, and others that I have no idea of what they hold. Hmm. Let's open one of these, shall we? An old Olympus camera that is not mine. A small stack of the early black and white line drawing magnets we first offered. Bear art photos - some from shortly after that first bear was drawn - let's just say - a drawer of mixed emotions.

I'm preparing for Duluth, Minnesota's Park Point Art Festival. It will be the first in years at which hubby Todd will not be helping. Yes, he has his own life, but most summer weekends it includes being Good Art Fair Spouse. This year the Back to the Fifties Car Show Swap Meet at the State Fairgrounds is calling to him. I am powerless against the pull of a great Swap Meet. So I wish I'd have done more weight training and less weight gaining. Yes, years ago I did art fairs alone often, but work and play are different when going it alone. Weather, so far, looks like it will play nice with us. "Adventures" to the contrary are frequent - both at Fairgrounds and out on The Point. So we shall see what we shall see.

Currently, prepping is focused on re-stocking the greeting card racks, repairing the card racks' fabric "gun cases" stitched specifically for each rack, and making lists of what to do in this short fast week. I sit here trying to decide the cards that will have to stay home in order to make room for three or four new designs. Hard to do. The curse of "if we don't bring it that will be the ONE card most asked for." Yes, I do wish the universe would tell me who will be visiting the booth and what that person will be looking for. So far - huge silence. Every time.

Studio B is also good because one can close the door. The main studio is what most people would call The Dining Room. Haha. It is open to both kitchen and living room. It has been my working studio for over twenty years. It is set in the midst of living. Studio B offers a new bit of refuge or sanctuary. I'm starting to enjoy working here, though it is not set up for painting or pastel doings.
And it is on the opposite side of the house so light is different, thus, mood is often different, too. It is fascinating to realize how one's surroundings affect one's creativity. (It is one reason I so often head for local coffee shops.)

Now it time to head for trying to sleep. NOT in Studio B.
Tomorrow will find me scurrying from work here to work downtown to work back here. Frida looks calmly down from her wall. Goodnight, Frida. Goodnight, little studio. Goodnight all.

Fare-thee-well,
Sue


Saturday, June 17, 2017

Not Our Cat


Today's backyard was graced by a rare visit from Not Our Cat.


He is a gorgeous kitty.
From across the street.

I am not a "cat person." As kids we had cats. And kittens. They were O.K. My favorite was a black male cat named.... Blackie. Best purr ever. But even he did not turn me into a person who needs a cat.

Once upon a time, several years ago NOC showed up at our back door. He was friendly AND aloof. You know, like a cat. He is still that way.



Here he is mocking Mrs. Cardinal and her frequent click-chirps of herself giving warning.

And I must admit that Louis, his given name, IS a handsome devil.


He would agree.

Friday, June 16, 2017

Typing

yes

typing
 just to type
to stay
 on track
for 
blogging 
goal

otherwise
i feel like
i am standing
in
a dry-grassed ditch
watching
the train
roll
by

and am O.K.
with this

not good

real me is
not
a train 
watcher

i am
at least 
a
train
conductor

(hmm

that thing
where one 
realizes 
a thing

only when
marks
go on 
a page)

a conductor, hey?

i can
be 
O.K.
with 
that

it's time 
to 
find ways
to offer
better
service 

now

but first
a cup
of tea

for
before day's shift
conductor
me




Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Cheating/Catching Up - 1


This is the first/third post today. The Personal Challenge of 200 Blog Posts will not be met if the fingers don't make contact with the keyboard. And I was making excuses to not type these recent days. It doesn't take much: too tired, don't feel like it, I'll do two tomorrow, really. Nope. So today's coffee shop doings - thanks, 2.00 de-caf, is posting three pieces. And in reverse order - so this is the last to be typed but the first to be seen - at least I'm guessing this will be so.

As will be bitched out in later/earlier post The Tinnitus is Strong With This One today. After a half-hour of decent tennis, after some actual studio work and breakfast, I was of the no energy/ambition. The Plan this year was to have Double Energy/Ambition. Really. So when the drags drag I am both uncaring and an unhappy camper. (Brains are interesting.)

Eventually, I knew that creating a something had to be done. Pastels have been ignored of late. So it was time to see what might happen if some pencils and a few miscellaneous chunks of soft of pastel in a plastic cover were put to use. Studio B yielded up a small piece of velour mat board and it was time to start.

First, I did something I seldom do - tape off a border around the board. I felt the need for bit of strict space around whatever was going to happen. O.K? What's going to happen?

A bear in a space. A lovely smiling flowery bear - in space. A white and yellow space. I started her at home. Took her along to McDonald's. Todd was kind enough to order unsalted fries so I had some. And tea from home. (I'm cheap.)A lady saying, "I like art" liked her! Thanks, lady! But there wasn't time to finish her there, so back home we came.

A few more minutes and another Happy Bear appeared.


Her taped border is still intact. Friends on Facebook "Like" her. And have given suggestions for other such bruins. Art can be easier when others make good suggestions...

So she will get a title, and she has given me some hope. 
We need more hope on a day like today...

Now the three posts are finished, and I will go home to see if anyone shows up tonight to play with art supplies or just talk about life.

(1/3 and 3/1)
Fare-thee-well,
Sue the Catcher Upper


Cheating/Catching Up - 2


Just for Fun - a different Font.

Today the news is filled again with sadness around the world. Just because the bruins that emerge from Studio B are most often skipping their way through life, or bitching around a coffee shop table about something shallow, minor, or less than even these, does not mean that my thoughts are skippy and shallow.

I figure that we know what is being reported, and are aware that even worse things are happening and not being much reported.

So the bruins and kitties and porkers are means by which to say a little something about topics large and small, and perhaps give some people a tiny bit of relief from reality. True, the bears and others are their own kind of real, and I am thankful when they appear fully formed and with their own thoughts and ways of making it though their days. A cat or a bear having a bad day can sometimes help make our a tad better.


On to the doings of a day or evening - the hours of which we are lucky to be having.

Part the Second - done and done.

Fare-thee-well,
Sue