I’ve Got Nostalgic Pavements*

April 11, 2018

Sometimes there’s a moment and it reminds you of a space in the past that was so incredibly different, a moment that should have been the same or similar, and you have a choice: be thankful that the current moment is not like that at all, or worry that all moments will be like that eventually. My brain is a worrier. I spend a lot of time telling that core part of it that those moments aren’t inevitable, that they are the choices of others, sure, and you have no control over those, but that there is a different person in each of those moments, and it’s better to believe (hope?) that this person is better at moments than the last one…or the one before. I think humans are great at hope…it’s what keeps most of us going.

Including that student from yesterday at tutoring who was telling me his plans to play American football and I’m thinking about his grades and, straight up, his size (sure, he’s gonna grow, but maybe not enough), but I’m not going to tell him nope, that’s not your future. I pull out my phone and show him a picture of a former student with not-great grades but an amazing drive and attitude and I tell him about his full college scholarship and his current amazing GPA and maybe just maybe plant some drive or motivation in there, because he has the hope, the hope of a 12-year-old, and I’m not getting in the way of that, and he asks, then can I come back and show you what I did? And I’m like, well hell yeah, I hope you do. I hope you all do.

My car is back. It wasn’t as bad as I feared. It’s funny though…because they want me to bring her in for an oil change every 3000 miles, and I barely remember to check the little sticky thing in the car. I don’t even know when 3000 miles might be. I mean I did 2500 miles last week (whoops, with not enough oil, although THAT light never came on)…but during the school year, I have no idea when that is. And when you’re talking to someone who lives, breathes, drinks cars on a daily basis, it’s hard to explain to them how low the car’s fluids are on your priority list. I mean, I can’t even get the floors and the bathrooms clean at the moment. I swept around the pool last night, but didn’t have time (I was grading) to scoop it all up into the composting trashcan. There’s Too Much to Do. In fact, I stopped typing this for 5 minutes to send a school-related email that I should have sent two days ago. I’m sometimes surprised that my brain can hold onto some of the threads tangled up in there.

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Calli agrees.

Anyway, one more assignment is graded. One more thing to check off the list. That’s a plus. Gotta keep doing those.

I finally got done with that assignment around 9 or 9:30 last night…then spent some time trying to center myself. But almost falling asleep at the same time. Fighting that sleep instinct is the crazy part of my existence. This week I am so tired. And I’m hot-flashing constantly…although that might have been my air conditioning not working at school. OK, no, it’s hot flashes…thought they were mostly done, but apparently not.

And then it was 11 PM and normal people go to bed if they have to get up at 6-something the next morning. But I hate going to bed without some art being made, so I managed to wake up enough…because that drawing had been muttering inside my head all day. So it’s rude not to listen. Get up and grab a pen and do something.

I stared at the paper for a while. I’m not ready to draw the thighs, even though it’s weird to start at the bottom and then jump to the top. It’s weird, but I did it anyway. I’m trying to think about who I was as an artist when I was a kid, when I was in high school and college. It was harder then. I didn’t do it every day. There were many other things to do and I wasn’t always inspired. I love that the inspiration is such a deep well now.

So the head…and the cat…

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And I put roots in…

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Hopefully more tonight, although this evening is a clusterfuck.

I sat on the couch for a moment to finish my thoughts…Simba was happy to be with a human…

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There’s some art stuff coming up in the next few days…the opening of Art That Cuts at Mesa College is Thursday night from 5-7 PM. I’m planning on being there. I have one piece in the show…

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Then Saturday, I have two events…I unfortunately will only be at one. The one I won’t be at is the closing reception of Mind the Gap at Southwestern College on Saturday from 1-3 PM…I’ll finally see the show next week after school one day.

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I’ll be at the artist talk for California Fibers’ Surface and Structure, at the Branch Gallery, Saturday at 2 PM. The show is coming down after the talk, so it’s your last chance to see it. I hope you come by.

See? Busy week in art. Oh yeah, and Fantastic Fibers opened last week I think? Or is it this week. It’s the 14th…right. So that’s in Paducah, KY, at the Yeiser Center, and you should go see that from 5-7 PM. It’s not just quilts, so that is also cool.

Meanwhile, all I know about the girlchild is that she had to walk to the next village (12-15 miles?) and I haven’t heard from her since…it’s possible that I won’t hear from her until she gets back next week. Hopefully all is well and she’s doing interesting things. Crap. Gotta go to work! I love when time just flips by like that.

*Kate Nash, Mouthwash

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I Think I Thought I Saw You Try*

February 20, 2017

Well I have a vacation planned for Spring Break…first time in a long time. I travel a bit, mostly family-related, but haven’t had a real vacation in so long I can’t even remember what it feels like. It’s been a pain to book stuff, but I think it will be OK in the long run.
At least I hope so. It’s 8 weeks away, though, so there’s some significant survival and work that has to be done before then.

In good news, my piece Work in Progress got into Fantastic Fibers, so it will be at the Yeiser Art Center in Paducah, Kentucky, from April 22 through June 17. Paducah, home of AQS, right? This amuses me. Yo! AQS! There’s a penis in this one! I’m laughing so hard right now. KARMA BITCHES.

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Seriously, that is amusing. I’ll need to figure out how to send an invitation to them…

I’m still doing this stitch a day thang. It seems crazy sometimes in light of how little time I have, but it takes like 5 minutes a day and I find it focuses me. So for Saturday, I did the purple/pink stitches around the left side, lazy daisies in red/pink, I did straight stitches fanning around them, and then some french knots to use up the rest of the thread. Then for Sunday, I did the green feather stitch coming down from the “r” in Prosper.

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I am getting a clear idea that there are only so many stitches in the world and I have some I prefer over others. It’s hard to come up with new things. They lend themselves to flowers and plants.

I had dinner with the parentals. Despite his annoying status, Simba is well-loved by the elders…

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It is easier when he sleeps…he’s been barking at night almost every night…mostly in response to wild animals I think. It’s exhausting me.

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I’m hoping to walk him as soon as I finish this. Maybe after I sweep around the pool…hard to do that after dark.

So I finally got done with grading two major projects last night (input the grades today) and sat down at around 10:30 PM to work on the binding. I was determined to finish, so I stayed up way too late.

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Puppy helped immensely. I still need to stitch the two sleeves down and then ink and dehair it, but the photographer doesn’t want it until Wednesday, so that works. And then I’ll start on the next one.

Simba is very happy to hear that (not).

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Let’s not consider the six assignments I still have left to grade. Six? Seven. Not sure any more. The gradebook opens next week for Trimester 2, so I need to get my act together. Always. What’s new?

Well, there’s this friend of mine, Linda Moran, who has written a novel about detention centers in a religious state, with Arizona seceding from the union. She started before all this political yahoo began, and she has a Kickstarter to get it published. You should go check it out…and if that’s something you want to support, even $5 is a step in the right direction. I personally went for the pledge that would get me a copy.

It won’t take just the visual artists and musicians…we need the writers and poets along with us. She has a great little video that you can watch about the project.

*R.E.M., Losing My Religion