March 9th, 2014
|01:26 am - The Day I Found a Hidden World|
I worked something like 14 hours yesterday..and feel like I got jack squat done. Stuff was made.. but not nearly enough for the time that I put in.
It was early morning. I'd been up all night, and been awake for a good 18 hours at least.. when I felt the tug. That indefinable pull. Like a Siren's call, it's something that I think a lot of artists get. Something that lures us, taunts us. It's the Muse that titters and says " I can lead you to glorious things.. or I could just be fucking with your head. Wanna find out?" and dances off.
I felt her this morning. Calling me insistently to come outside and explore the back woods. I've never gone beyond the collapsed fence in my back yard, even though I know that technically my property extends well beyond that. I've got over an acre and a third here.
Since it's been an endless Winter, and the trees haven't started their annual re-clothing themselves with leaves, I've noticed something glinting in the distance. Not very far... maybe a 10 minute walk at that. It looked like a pond.
The Muse insisted we head there. Find out what this was all about. So, it being very early, and me being susceptible in my sleep deprived state.. I grabbed my camera, and I obeyed.
I found out that my back forest is really quite that. Straight up dense forest that is almost impenetrable in some parts. Filled with angry brambles and clinging sticky vines. They do NOT want you to pass, and let you know by snagging every spare bit of clothing and flesh. I now look like I have been mauled by a herd of angry kittens.
I could see that something was out there though. And it wasn't a small pond like I thought.
It took a few more minutes of plundering, and stumbling, and shoving my way though the forest and weeds.. but I finally came out onto a clearing.
And it was a lake. A full lake. Surrounded by nothing but forest and rushes and grass.... but that wasn't what caught me.
It was this.
This glorious, beautiful, fantastic tree. This was what the Muse wanted me to see. I'm glad she did.
I have no idea whose property I wandered on to. I know it can't all be attached to my house.. but it doesn't look like anyone goes there. At least not recently. I'm going to be cautious though. There are "No Hunting" signs around, but I don't trust a sign to stop people from being idiots.. and this is prime hunting area.
It's beautiful though. This hidden world. 10 minutes walk from my backyard.
These are reasons why I still love my Georgia home.
February 23rd, 2013
|03:16 am - Hrmmm|
I'm not sure what's more sad.. The fact that roommate is getting laid way more often than I am ( or, well let's be honest..at all).
Or the fact that it apparently took him 5 minutes to get his one n' done.
January 16th, 2013
January 15th, 2013
|02:34 am - Encounter|
An enormous fox ran across the road right in front of me tonight.. He got me all sketchy..
December 18th, 2012
|09:05 am - Oi|
I just had to ban someone from my Facebook World in Chains page because they kept on spamming it with links to THEIR chainmail site. I don't care if you're in bumblefuck Missouri, or in far off Norway. That's rude.
December 15th, 2012
|07:17 pm - In the kitchen..|
Huh. I've noticed that I am about a million times happier right now, with my roommate gone. I've been far more productive, and feeling much more relaxed and creative. That's a pretty good sign that I need to get on it with finding MY home.
I'm supposed to be heading off to a housewarming party, that will include lots of Germans. This is, for many reasons, hilarious in my brain. Eli and her German husband Frank are finally moved in to their gorgeous apartment, in one of the coolest buildings I've seen around in Atlanta. The Telephone Factory lofts..which is, in fact, an old telephone factory, that they have mostly left untouched.. cracking paint, industrial columns, open ceiling.. but they've also added some really elegant touches, and the lofts themselves are huge, with enormous windows. Absolutely stunning.. I'm hoping I can take a few pictures tonight while I'm there.
But the main point of this rambling.. is that I played in the kitchen tonight. The kitchen that now looks like a sugar cracked ferret exploded all over it. But.. the end result is this... my first attempt at playing with royal icing and lettering.
It's a bit crude... but what the hell... it was my first attempt. Also, Tardis blue is ridiculously hard to get right. I managed to make an entire bowl of grey icing. GREY. I don't even know.
I should get on with that gettin' ready thing.
December 14th, 2012
|05:17 pm - Paradox|
I took a nap this afternoon, because I had stayed up all night sketching, then had to get up early to make sure that I was ready for a customer, who was stopping by the house to pick up her custom pieces. Huge order from DragonCon that took ages to finish ( full scalemail skirt, full scalemail mantle, and a scalemail headband). She was my first $1K order of my life..and absolutely a sweetheart. Patient to the max, when I told her that I had gone through two moves, plus having to stock my shows, plus actually DOING the shows.. so she knew the piece was going to take a few months. Anyways.. she loved them. But afterwards, I was exhausted. So..nap time.
Woke up from the nap to find that I had sold approximately $250 worth of stuff on Etsy. Felt like I should apparently take more naps if that's what happens.
Then I heard the total number of deaths from the CT shooting. I can't even be heartbroken, it's so terrible. All I can do is be numb, and pray for the families.
Of course it made me think of Landis..and his situation. He was an unmedicated for his depression, and bi-polar disorder. He SHOULD have been on medication. He used to be.
There are folks arguing on Facebook ..all manner of ways. Gun control, medication, non-medication.
Sometimes, there are no answers. Sometimes, people just snap.
I just keep hoping that one day, these families will know peace. Hug your loved ones people. Hug them lots.
|03:59 am - Art things|
I'm not sure if it was the caffeine that I drank tonight ( the first in a couple of days...I've cut WAAAYY back on my caffeine consumption in an effort to be thrifty). Or it could be that it's because the roommate is nto here and I don't have to hear anyone being shouty or drunk, or be paranoid about leaving my bedroom and having someone invade my personal space, or be dragged into Drunk Talk.
Either way.. I just spent 5 hours of my night sketching, when I should have been filling out show apps, and finishing up a couple of orders.
But this face would not leave my brain, and I couldn't stop until it was done.
December 3rd, 2012
|07:12 pm - Blitzkrieg|
I have ramblings in my head that I need to put down.. but for this moment, I leave you with a regal looking Blitzkrieg. Who still drools worse than a hungry bulldog.
November 2nd, 2012
|02:57 am - And then this happened... *edit*|
I have no idea how he got there.
I have no idea what KIND he is...
But there is definitely a snake living in a crack in my wall....
Please to be moving now, thanks.
Though I admit he IS an awfully cute roommate.
I woke up this morning with two tiny snake heads peeking out from the crack. I apparently have a little snake family.