My 8 and 4 year old nieces arrived from Taiwan yesterday (along with my sister), and the Good Kitty has hardly been seen since. The kids were fascinated by the dishwasher and watched closely as I filled the detergent cup and turned it on. All of this probably led to my dreaming that our dishwasher came with a baby-washing feature. There were all these straps and buckles for you to strap the baby in, and it even came with a helmut so the babies wouldn't get water up their noses and ears.
As I was strapping the kid in, I kept on thinking that, somehow, this didn't seem quite right; but the Good Prince kept on saying, "yeah, yeah, that's how you're supposed to do it," and reminding me "how happy the baby was after her last bath through the dishwasher."
All of this is a long way of saying, I probably won't be getting much studio time in the next few weeks.
Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Friday, July 11, 2008
MiT book, final push for Rock Star senior's book
Between yesterday and today, I finished 10 more copies of Martha. 3 more copies, and I'll be finished with this first book. And it's the middle of July already. At least this next book will be pretty simple, I hope.
I had a dream a couple of nights ago that I counted up the number of seniors I've worked with and I only counted 3! The fourth person was actually a youngster in her 20s. I thought, oh no, she's not going to qualify for the project...what was I thinking!?
I am starting to get pretty stressed out about how behind I am. I've not slept well for days. This morning, I almost decided to get out of bed around 3:30am or so, since I still hadn't fallen asleep. But I figured I'd probably just make mistakes anyhow, and that would be worse than pointless.
The Random Movie of the week—Bigger, Faster, Stronger, or something similar. A surprisingly personal look at steroid use. I thought it was pretty interesting.
I had a dream a couple of nights ago that I counted up the number of seniors I've worked with and I only counted 3! The fourth person was actually a youngster in her 20s. I thought, oh no, she's not going to qualify for the project...what was I thinking!?
I am starting to get pretty stressed out about how behind I am. I've not slept well for days. This morning, I almost decided to get out of bed around 3:30am or so, since I still hadn't fallen asleep. But I figured I'd probably just make mistakes anyhow, and that would be worse than pointless.
The Random Movie of the week—Bigger, Faster, Stronger, or something similar. A surprisingly personal look at steroid use. I thought it was pretty interesting.
Thursday, March 06, 2008
Lake Oswego Chronicles piece, day 12
I didn't play hooky and go to the coast. I was a good girl and did my pruning (finished with all the barberries and then spent another 15 minutes digging little tiny thorns out of my hands), and then finished the Lake Oswego Chronicles piece. Well, I think I'm mostly finished with it anyhow:
Doesn't look like there's much difference between this and when I last worked on it, and there isn't. I added an undertone of orange to the window frames on the left, reshaped the bird's nest on the right, and painted out the lines that connected the flowers on the bottom. I like the fading away look of the 'winter' side of the piece. And yes, I decided to keep the bird's nest. When I took it out, it looked ok when I I had the image shrank down pretty small so that I could take it all in with one glance. But with it larger, without the nest, my eyes never would move over to the right side of the piece.
I might play with it here and there some more, but I'm mostly done with it. But we'll see what happens after my critique group meet next Thursday.
When I was out for a short walk this afternoon, it looked like someone had sawed off the top of Mt. Hood! The clouds were almost the same color as the sky:
I haven't been sleeping very well for the last week or so, mostly staying up half the night thinking about the book project with the seniors, wondering about format, structure, printing, imagery, etc. You name it, I'm worried about it. Then surprisingly, I slept well last night (probably because I'm just really tired by now), but then had one of my stress dreams—I dreamed that I woke up and discovered that I was 70 years old, except that I didn't look any different. I kept on trying to talk to people about age related issues, but nobody would listen to me, saying that I wasn't qualified to discuss the subject!
Doesn't look like there's much difference between this and when I last worked on it, and there isn't. I added an undertone of orange to the window frames on the left, reshaped the bird's nest on the right, and painted out the lines that connected the flowers on the bottom. I like the fading away look of the 'winter' side of the piece. And yes, I decided to keep the bird's nest. When I took it out, it looked ok when I I had the image shrank down pretty small so that I could take it all in with one glance. But with it larger, without the nest, my eyes never would move over to the right side of the piece.
I might play with it here and there some more, but I'm mostly done with it. But we'll see what happens after my critique group meet next Thursday.
When I was out for a short walk this afternoon, it looked like someone had sawed off the top of Mt. Hood! The clouds were almost the same color as the sky:
I haven't been sleeping very well for the last week or so, mostly staying up half the night thinking about the book project with the seniors, wondering about format, structure, printing, imagery, etc. You name it, I'm worried about it. Then surprisingly, I slept well last night (probably because I'm just really tired by now), but then had one of my stress dreams—I dreamed that I woke up and discovered that I was 70 years old, except that I didn't look any different. I kept on trying to talk to people about age related issues, but nobody would listen to me, saying that I wasn't qualified to discuss the subject!
Friday, January 11, 2008
Pillow book IV, day n+8, and other oddities
Finally! Finished sewing all the little tulle pages together. Here they are, laid out (with 1 swiss cheese/die in the middle, more on that later), in the 'starting position' of the game. Except 1) the pillow case isn't made yet, that's just the piece of fabric laid out on the pillow form; 2) there will be 6 words along each side (5 on each side are shown, the extras are all piled on the left bottom corner there). Each word is 8 sheets of tulle sewn into 3 'pages'.
Here some of the pages have been turned. The words are still legible when 1 page has been turned, but becomes illegible when 2 pages have been turned.
See this entry for previous day on this book.
Although I had Sara make me 2 dice, I've decided to use only 1 for this piece. For obvious reasons, looking at the photo. Which means I have an extra die for another piece! So wheels are turning for that. I'm very happy with the way the dice turned out, and I think Sara was too. When I brought it to the critique group meeting last night, people's reactions were great — they couldn't figure out if it was a block of cheese or a die.
I have appt with Aaron (photog) next Wed, so much better pictures of all the pillows will be coming in the later part of next week.
Found a few different types of beads that I can use as spacers for book III, and also had the plexi cut for book II and III; I'll need those for display at the Tennessee show.
So, the odd bits.
Now, I always have strange dreams, usually of the down the rabbit hole variety and although things tend to be very involved, they move along pretty quickly without much time for me to think. But last night was a little different. I dreamed that I was considering buying a portable oven that's also a pet carrier, and it's all inside this suitcase, which looked suspiciously like this broken suitcase that I've been trying to figure out what to do with. In real life, I do have a broken oven AND a broken suitcase, AND a pet.
Anyhow, in this suitcase, half of it is an oven and the other half, a pet carrier. But there's only 1 door, and 1 latch. I kept on looking at it and looking at it. Whoever was trying to sell it to me kept on saying how my pet would be perfectly safe in there, all the while the oven is going, but I was dubious. I put a chocolate cake in one half, and a small dog in the other, but I couldn't bring myself to shut the suitcase, thinking why didn't they just put a door on each half, then I'd feel so much better about it.
I must've decided to not trust the oven/pet carrier — the last thing I remember was me eating the unbaked chocolate cake batter.
Somewhere along the line, a tipsy Mrs. 5000 also made an appearance, throwing yellow plastic cups all over a book arts conference!
Had another coyote sighting tonight. At this rate, I'll be able to do my own daily coyote blog. This one seemed like a young one, still had a bit of a puppy look.
Here some of the pages have been turned. The words are still legible when 1 page has been turned, but becomes illegible when 2 pages have been turned.
See this entry for previous day on this book.
Although I had Sara make me 2 dice, I've decided to use only 1 for this piece. For obvious reasons, looking at the photo. Which means I have an extra die for another piece! So wheels are turning for that. I'm very happy with the way the dice turned out, and I think Sara was too. When I brought it to the critique group meeting last night, people's reactions were great — they couldn't figure out if it was a block of cheese or a die.
I have appt with Aaron (photog) next Wed, so much better pictures of all the pillows will be coming in the later part of next week.
Found a few different types of beads that I can use as spacers for book III, and also had the plexi cut for book II and III; I'll need those for display at the Tennessee show.
So, the odd bits.
Now, I always have strange dreams, usually of the down the rabbit hole variety and although things tend to be very involved, they move along pretty quickly without much time for me to think. But last night was a little different. I dreamed that I was considering buying a portable oven that's also a pet carrier, and it's all inside this suitcase, which looked suspiciously like this broken suitcase that I've been trying to figure out what to do with. In real life, I do have a broken oven AND a broken suitcase, AND a pet.
Anyhow, in this suitcase, half of it is an oven and the other half, a pet carrier. But there's only 1 door, and 1 latch. I kept on looking at it and looking at it. Whoever was trying to sell it to me kept on saying how my pet would be perfectly safe in there, all the while the oven is going, but I was dubious. I put a chocolate cake in one half, and a small dog in the other, but I couldn't bring myself to shut the suitcase, thinking why didn't they just put a door on each half, then I'd feel so much better about it.
I must've decided to not trust the oven/pet carrier — the last thing I remember was me eating the unbaked chocolate cake batter.
Somewhere along the line, a tipsy Mrs. 5000 also made an appearance, throwing yellow plastic cups all over a book arts conference!
Had another coyote sighting tonight. At this rate, I'll be able to do my own daily coyote blog. This one seemed like a young one, still had a bit of a puppy look.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Deep fried artist's books
I dreamed last night that to really 'finish' your artist's books, you must deep fry them. So I was standing in front of this big vat of boiling oil and dipping my books in them, one by one. And as they came out, I examined them and thought, "why, yes, they do look crisper this way..."
Went to Bend to visit my American mom today. 7 hours of driving, 2 hours of visiting. Not very good ratios, but I've just got too many things to do at home to stay over night. It was pretty wet (rain, fog). There was an accident on N. Santiam, looks like someone drove off the road and into the ravine. Traffic backed up quite a while. Glad I was being pretty careful.
Tomorrow will be a day of running around. And the day after too. Seems like there was something art related worthy of mentioning today, but now I can't remember what it was. So maybe it wasn't worthy after all.
So, to wrap up the What I Like About Myself thing, I'll reach out and touch
the Scarlet Letters
Mr. 5000
the Chinese Yarn Princess and
photobrea
But no pressure, only play if you want to...
Went to Bend to visit my American mom today. 7 hours of driving, 2 hours of visiting. Not very good ratios, but I've just got too many things to do at home to stay over night. It was pretty wet (rain, fog). There was an accident on N. Santiam, looks like someone drove off the road and into the ravine. Traffic backed up quite a while. Glad I was being pretty careful.
Tomorrow will be a day of running around. And the day after too. Seems like there was something art related worthy of mentioning today, but now I can't remember what it was. So maybe it wasn't worthy after all.
So, to wrap up the What I Like About Myself thing, I'll reach out and touch
the Scarlet Letters
Mr. 5000
the Chinese Yarn Princess and
photobrea
But no pressure, only play if you want to...
Saturday, May 05, 2007
Cough cough cough
The cold has moved to my lungs, which I suppose is good -- that's usually the last thing it does before it goes away all together. Decided to skip Friday Night Extreme Taichi tonight, I'm just coughing too much and really didn't feel like going anywhere -- just rather stay home and paint instead.
I dreamed last night that 1) holding a can of tomato paste will cure you of a cold, and 2) we're moving to this place that's underwater. We went to see the house, we even cooked a meal in it (using the can of tomato paste I was hoding). Everything seemed just fine and normal, except that everyone moved very slowly because we were underwater. I was very concerned that, if we moved there, all my paintings would be ruined.
Speaking of which, I think I'm done with this one.
When I was checking my statcounter this morning, it became pretty obvious that the new prints and books page has some usability problems -- search engines seem to want to lead people straight to the subpages, where each book's details are shown, and I didn't have a link back to the main page. So I took a little time to fix that.
I dreamed last night that 1) holding a can of tomato paste will cure you of a cold, and 2) we're moving to this place that's underwater. We went to see the house, we even cooked a meal in it (using the can of tomato paste I was hoding). Everything seemed just fine and normal, except that everyone moved very slowly because we were underwater. I was very concerned that, if we moved there, all my paintings would be ruined.
Speaking of which, I think I'm done with this one.
When I was checking my statcounter this morning, it became pretty obvious that the new prints and books page has some usability problems -- search engines seem to want to lead people straight to the subpages, where each book's details are shown, and I didn't have a link back to the main page. So I took a little time to fix that.
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