i wanna be famous

when i was 16 years old i thought i was going to be rich and famous. okay, maybe not so much rich but i was sure i was going to be famous. a famous writer living a bohemian existence in Greenwich Village or some other ‘cool’ place. living in a loft, penning deep and honest truths that just had to be told. having affairs, never marrying.

well, you get the idea.

suffice it to say, none of that happened.

but i still want to be famous.

i was thinking about this the other day, when my son said something that just knocked me off my feet.

he said, ‘you’re badass! you don’t realize just how tough you really are!’ (talking about the way i face what life has thrown at me lately. not earth shattering by any stretch of the imagination, but trying at times.)

and a light bulb went off in my head.

i AM famous…… maybe not in the textbook sense of the word, but famous in the sense that i am a significant role model to my family. to my kids.

that’s fame enough for me.

meet shiny, twinkle & flasher….

i guess I’m destined to be a cartoonist not a ‘fine artist’

lol



what would you do if you knew you were going to die tomorrow?

i think of this lately.

i’ve always tried to live my life telling the people around me how I feel about them. How much i appreciate and love them and the things they do for me. to point out that i value their strong suits.

but lately it seems more important.


so in that light i want to say….


to my friend that never forgets the days i am to have some sort of ‘procedure’ and then never fails to call me before AND after to make sure i’m okay.


who listens to me in gory detail even though she is afraid of needles and doesn’t want to hear the details.


who lets me vent when i need to.


who listens to my diatribes even though we are at politically opposite ends of the spectrum.


who patiently listens to all my unsolicited advice and never says a discouraging word.


thank you. thank you for being there. your wings are definitely showing!

not bad if I do say so myself, lol

I find that I’m ‘seeing’ things differently since doing

'the art of silliness’ online class by Carla Sonheim.

(my interpretation of Carla Sonheim’s book cover)

“lol”

this arrived today!

and we haven’t stopped laughing since!

 i guess it accomplished its mission!

thanks Deanna! only you would think of this!

hahahahahahahahahahaha!

haven’t been making much lately…..

haven’t been feeling up to snuff, so haven’t been making much lately. how about a pic of something old…….

I was honored to have a whole shelf of my own for my 'stuff' at the
 Alliance for the Arts gift shop in Ft. Myers in March.

grandma’s blue beads

these are my great grandmother’s blue glass beads. it’s one of the things she brought with her when she emigrated from England in 1910. they’ve taken on a magical quality for me over the years. sort of become my talisman. i find myself holding them a lot lately.

Anybody out there……..?

Anyone….anyone….…Bueller?

ODE TO THE FAN

The fan
The fan
What can one say about the fan…?

It’s perfection in motion
So breezy
So cool
So perfectly aimed
The unqualified tool


The speeds are not random
They are flawlessly paced
One for ‘plain’ flashes
The others for ‘baked’


By day
It sits
Alone on the floor
So solitary, serene
So plain
Unadorned


But at night
In the dark
It dons
Its superman cape
And becomes the hero
The ‘Vanquisher of Nape’


What can one say?
About this domestic device
Without it
I’d resort
To sleeping on ice!

look ma, I’m drawing!

  

(and you can even tell what it is!)

it’s the end of the ‘art of silliness’ online class by Carla Sonheim. 

i had a blast! i highly recommend her classes to anyone who thinks they can’t draw, or even skilled artists who just want to put a little ‘silly’ back into their art. http://carlasonheim.wordpress.com/2010/08/12/fall-2010-online-class-registration-open-2/