It's officially official. I can't stop blogging. Gah! Here are the full frontals I mentioned yesterday. More are coming.
Unless something else crosses my path first to divert me. That is so highly possible. La-di-da whatever! I'm a free agent until next Wednesday at 5:30am and in between now and then I am open to all diversions and refiling of flight plans. 5:30? double Gah! . My REM sleep is getting ready to be rudely interrupted. Nevertheless until then I shan't allow my golden bubble to be pierced by rational thought.
Let's see, where was I? Ah yes, the little jumbly journal. Where would I be without a place to scribble down the thoughts that come roaring into my head? Deep thoughts, shallow thoughts, and everything in between. The obsessive need to RECORD things is constant.
The paper scraps and thought scraps have to go somewhere don't they?
Wanna see an artist's studio that will make you go aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh? Check out this video of Lotta Jansdotter. And while you're there take note of the clipboards all lined up on the wall holding scraps of projects, ideas, inspiration. I am so planning to steal that idea. Much more efficient and cool than the kooky system I have now. Which is frankly, all kook and no system.
YOU DRIVE ME LOCO………..WHEN MAXIMUS SEES THIS HE WILL GO…..CRAZY………..
Great new pieces. Love your use of stitching. The journal pages are wonderful too.
It’s so exciting to see your explosions – you are really on a roll!
loving EVERYTHING around here
I’ve seen her studio! (not in person) Can you STAND IT?!
GREAT work, woman.
DON’T stop blogging while the Muse is flowing – we love every post and will regret it when the realities of monkey-wrangling slow them down again. And lucky you with hibiscus in November – here in London we have already had snow!
Going aaahhhhhhh already at the full montys…. and the journal…. so have to get back to mine,,
And please keeping on blogging and letting us share some of your thoughts.
The birds are truly lovely, your journals are a feast.
Such joy.
I think you would miss the monkeys. It would be nice to go to work when you feel like it, on your time. That’s what i answer when asked about wishing not to work- My perfect work week would be maybe three days, coming in at 10:00 and leaving maybe at 2:00, still hangin’ with the littles and getting paid for full time.
I feel like I have been at an extravagant buffet with the fullness and frequence of your blog entries. I know that when the monkey world reclaims you they will not flow as freely. But know this, we have feasted. Thank you, Your Prolificness.
Keep buying those lottery tickets…I mean SOMEONE has to win and not have to face the munchkins…or maybe the Second Coming will happen…or prince charming will ride by Moss Cottage looking for an artist type…maybe you won’t have to go to school afterall…